Although I didn’t plan to stop in Prague, I did. And since it has World Heritage status and that’s, well, why I’m here on this road trip in the first place, I thought I’d go take a look. I arrived in the evening, and set out by foot in the direction of the Charles Bridge.

Only, just as I arrived and looked down at the Vlatava, there came a sheet of sideways rain so powerful and unexpected that I thought it was the foam of the Vlatava itself. The city emptied, as if someone had pulled a drain. The rain that came down was orange, like the roofs, the facades, and the streetlights.

Consequently, I couldn’t see a thing. So as far as World Heritage goes, I have nothing to report. What I can tell you, however, is that there is a little restaurant on Na Bojišti street that serves roast duck with caraway seeds, bread dumplings and soft red cabbage that tastes wonderful when you’ve just come in from the rain. And down the street, there is a hotel, the Tivoli, which has seen better days but is nonetheless bright and warm. There you can sit in bed and watch Czech television dramas until sleep finally comes.