The Melody of Rain in Prague’s Cobblestone Streets
Prague awoke to a morning cloaked in a soft, silvery mist, the kind that seemed to blur the edges of the city and wrap it in a dreamlike haze. The air was cool, carrying with it the faint scent of damp earth and the distant tang of the Vltava River. The temperature lingered at 48°F (9°C), with a forecasted high of 55°F (13°C) and a low of 42°F (6°C) by nightfall. The sky was a tapestry of gray, its clouds heavy with the promise of rain, though for now, the city remained dry. The wind was gentle, barely stirring the branches of the linden trees that lined the streets, but there was a crispness to the air that hinted at the lingering chill of early spring. In the Old Town, the day began slowly, as if the city itself was reluctant to shake off the quiet of the night. The cobblestone streets were slick with dew, their surfaces reflecting the soft light of the rising sun. At Café Louvre, the aroma of freshly ground coffee and warm pastries wafted through the air, drawing in early rise...