Just talking and talking...

Oh, what a joy :-)
Vera, Hanka and Bzochi wanted to go to a pub to chat. But since I talked to Bzochi before, she invited me as well.
We were roaming in the city for a while, searching for a place to sit. We ended up in Propaganda.
Their understanding was just soothing me wonderfully.
When we were returning, we saw the Cambodian king (he should have grown up in Prague - never knew that) leaving the National theater. Sure there was a lot of bystanders and a lot of policemen as well.
We were walking a little bit more. After many years, I stepped on the Charles bridge again (I'm not a tourist - that's it). There we saw a girl performing with flaming sticks. Really impressive.