The Mother of Cities

The morning after Christmas, we walked frozen cobblestones across the square; there were abandoned igloos around an empty ice-skating rink, and the smell of last night’s soured chestnut soup. A bumpy car ride began our love affair with the Mother of all Cities.

Daughter had an icy morning and needed thawing with lots of hugs and encouragement. We prodded her past one hundred spires, over Charles Bridge, crowds squeezed in a grey tube of gothic paint, acrylic-slated architecture. The winter chill shielded by a mass of moving bodies, the vendors and the artists lining the sides, as we wound our way to the market’s straw managers. Mother Mary, recovered quickly from her birthing experience, now stood beside Joseph beaming at baby Jesus. I always wondered why she wasn’t lying down in the straw in these nativity scenes, just resting from her labor, the mother of God.

Two tummies rumbled, so I took my brood to the Vytopna Railway Restaurant. My son’s hazel eyes expanded by the view of many model trains running around garlands, crossing trestles to serve us beverages on a rail line. The highlight of a four-year-old’s day, the tracks take me back to the twenty-three stitches that bounded me back together after my littlest sunshine appeared.

There are many side streets left to walk amidst this Golden City, through the lingering Christmas Markets, beside the astronomical clock, the oldest in the world, still running as a woman’s clock always runs, reminding her that she might one day be known as mother.

Prague, Christmas 2019


This flash was prepared for Flashback Track #10 A Day Out. Join us by creating art inspired by a special day out.

7 Comments

      1. K.Hartless

        Felt free and modern like a Mucha painting, but also ancient and filled with tradition. Someplace I could see myself fitting in. Did you have time to take in any sights?

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      2. johnlmalone

        not much; visited a few weird bookshops; mostly just rambled among the crowd and crossed the Charles Bridge a few times — we went in by train; my son and I had a few beers 🙂

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