The search for a way out—or perhaps a way in—is constant. That is where the comes in. It isn’t just a gate or a door; it is a local concept of transition. It is the archway leading from a noisy street into a quiet courtyard where time seems to stop. It is the pub door swinging open, spilling light and laughter onto the cobblestones. It is the portal from the grey reality of the work week into the golden haze of a weekend pint.
In the meantime, I can draft a based on what the title suggests – a numbered visual journey through Czech streets, with a Portuguese angle.
A numbered stroll through Prague’s pulse
