Wandering the streets of Prague on a misty morning, I was struck by the beauty of the cobblestones beneath my feet. Some cities and towns have uniform cobblestones; Cobblestones in Prague vary from big to little, bordered to uniform, light to dark, and smooth to rough. I became aware of what I was stepping on. Berlin yields some surprises. The cobblestones of Melbourne’s Federation Square are a riot of pattern and color.
Art is where you find it.
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Beautiful, reminds me of the cobbled narrow path that ran from my grand mother’s home to the market. I would hurl myself like a stone down the steep slope. Thanks for sharing these paths from far off places where your eyes imbibed their beauty. Regards, you are like Santa Clause bringing in surprisese!
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