The old city of Prague, the place where I was born and where my heart still belongs. A magical place, with secret hidden corners, where history is stil alive. The beauty of Prague taking my breath away again every time I visit it. Places I used to walk with my Mum as a little girl on my way to kindergarden. Old legends I listened to knowing that a little devil, a headless gentleman, a ghost could be hidding behind the next house. All the beautiful architecture you can find everywhere. And of course the food. Unhealthy, rich but tasting like childhood.