It’s a cold, sunny day in mid-January, and I’m sitting on a frosty barstool outside, sipping the hot mulled wine the Czechs call Sva??ák.
I can see the colorful Astronomical Clock about thirty feet away, built by Master Mikuláš Kada?? in the early 1400s, with the Church of Our Lady of Týn looming above Old Town Square.
Across the narrow cobblestone street stands the ornate house, dubbed the Minute House, where the influential writer Franz Kafka spent his early childhood.