When 6:30 a.m. came and went and I was still sitting alone in the hotel lobby, I decided the sunrise photography trip that sounded so good the night before wasn’t as good an idea in the morning.
But I hadn’t gotten far on my own when I heard the sound of running feet on Charles Bridge as Erica caught up with me. And our time choice was a good one. The courtyards around Prague Castle held only an occasional worker, lunch bag in hand and, surprisingly, even fewer photographers. The light was strikingly different than at 2 p.m. yesterday.
But I’ll let the photos speak for themselves (and go back later for better cutlines).