IV of IV: A Market
On our last day in the city, we pass through a the market on our way to the train station.
Nadrazi Holesovice is not the cleanest train station we've been in, although most Czech station, we've discovered, seem to be quite dirty. The walls, floors and ceiling are a thick charcoal grey and scuffed with the black shoe marks of the hundred of travels who pass through Praha each day.
In Vienna, we feast on pomegranate seeds and apple tea for dinner, because it is raining, cold and we don't want to walk outside.