I tripped across the Charles Bridge just before first light, all alone apart from a sleepy pickpocket just clocking on for the morning shift, my heels clacking on the cobblestones, the early morning sky a beautiful deep blue. Armed only with a romantic soul and a pressing need to escape her overbear[...]
A smart and very funny memoir about the highs and lows of trying to establish a life in a place that values beer and potatoes above everything else.[...]