Prague & Bohemia | North Parallax

There's something about Prague in winter that makes you walk slower… the cold air sharp on your face, the Vltava dark and still below you as you cross Charles Bridge with your hands stuffed in your pockets, watching spires all around rising in the air against dramatic skies. Wenceslas Square after dark hums with life, Christmas lights strung above crowds clutching warm cups of svařák in one hand and trdelník in another. You step inside St. Vitus Cathedral and the world outside disappears… just colour pouring through painted glass in a silence that feels centuries old. And then there’s Český Krumlov, a short journey south, where the town folds around a river bend like something out of a fading postcard. These are the frames I brought home.