Prague is a city for wayfarers; a city with boundless beauty best discovered by wandering up and down hills, through small alleys, amongst trees, and speaking to statues in frozen silence. What is still from the outside, is more than lively in its sentiments. Small dark windows with candles, shadows sitting next to mulled wine. It is captivating in its history and how entwined it once was with the now western world; Hitlers hideaway once he captured what he wanted.  Today the veil is off and its beauty is for the world.