HOLY STARK IT'S PICTURES
Abbey Road Studios; not much to look at.
Pretty nice pub in Salisbury; I had actual fish and chips.
Mercifully spared the overbearing smell of incense at the cathedral.
Rosetta Stone.
Saw Prince in London, and we stopped at a local steakhouse and debated the merits of contemporary pop music.
OKAY I DIDN'T SORRY
OH NO THE AUTOBAHN
Mayen.
Bonn. And that's about all you'll get of Germany
Going to Prague:
God, I'm almost comically tall in that picture. You can tell I'm trying to slouch down; it's a natural reaction when I'm pictured with people that I really have to be careful about. It's just automatic from having the top of my head cut off sometimes or being told to "scrunch in".
The Mucha window in St. Vitus's Cathedral.
My Slovak and Italian friends.
The Dancing House. Yes, it was
way too hot for me to be wearing an undershirt.
Last night in Prague. It was so nice eating sweets at 9 PM in some cafe in the old town. That takes care of Czecho, so now for Slovakia:
Entering Bratislava.
Napoleon. I loved the flair they gave him; it's sort of like the photograph of Hitler in Paris, where you can tell he's trying to hide his sick giddiness at having rolled into France with little opposition.
More of the center. Now, for Devin Castle, where the Morava meets the Danube:
My hair is an utter disaster there...
Heidelberg.
Our unfortunate rental car.
Czech Republic, Slovakia, and Austria highway stickers.
Finally, a nice pool at a Frankfurt airport hotel before that torturous plane trip back.
