private: "no. i disagree today the faces shone free from layers of cashmere, synthetics, and moldy parkas. just a little ray and the town emerged like the first flower. why was everyone so pleased? to greet the sun and sit with the earth set free from its icy oppressor."
public: "czechs are not friendly and the service is bad."
private: "never have so many faces smiled. i want to catalogue each face unseen without making a single person shy or uncomfortable or intruded upon. if i could just snap one shot to prove the friendliness and jovial faces. the sweetest voice that respected my attempts to be a native and brought my coffee. the dancing children and humpty-dumpty babies trying out their stumpy limbs. hugs and groups and passed bottles and families that do not require a fenced in backyard."
public: "charles bridge"
private: "far below the music is not spectacular but a man is dancing so featherbrained moving hips that were caged at acute angles all winter and then it becomes clear his shaggy dog is running towards him for another intermittent tussle."
public: "what have i gained from this day...who is in the blackened limousine? how many cars and sirens assure this is greatness?"
private: "the raucousness of movements and laughter of the seditious duo of darlings is just right and doesn't only carry on but is met with the viewers laugh. the admittance of the spectacle of the scene. and the congenial breeze joins in as the pomp of an instant is the theater we have been waiting for."
public: "our holiday."
private: "our festival of frenetic friendship."
