Magazine article The Nation

Six Days in Prague

Magazine article The Nation

Six Days in Prague

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Disappearance sweeps over me. Mozart's Laudate Dominum in St. Nicholas Church, traces fade, the ripples from the boats that pass, the water flows, the water stays. As I relive some of the scenes and recall their sense of being deeply in place, the intimacy with streets, outlying woods that I once had comes back to mind. Like Prague, Vienna is surrounded by hills on one side and as a boy I would often sit there by a pond and watch the swans in a park where, when it was private, young Loris* had walked with friends and I, not knowing this then, took in what must have also affected them, murmurs among the willows' trembling leaves, their shadows flecking the water, a swan, rising slightly, shaking its wings. Substance-less as thoughts, such scenes some recent ones called forth, as are now those I'd come upon this time: the elderly woman on the tram hearing us speak French, no doubt reminded of her former days, smiling and saying a few words to us as we got off; the swans in a cove under the bridge we crossed to the Old Town, to its steep streets, squares, churches, castle on the hill; from the music conservatory's open windows the sounds of a violin and piano team practising, a soprano repeating trills; the crowds waiting at the Town Hall's tower to see the mechanical figures appear on the hour; the tower, castle, cathedral and others of the city's main sights, lit up at night. …

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