Around Town with Marketa 

I grew up in a country with two small nations under the same roof.  We share similar language, cuisine, and customs.  Women have high cheekbones, and men are handsome.  We love music,  sports, sauerkraut and dumplings, and we prefer beer over wine.  The children are raised strictly and hardly praised.  We give standing ovations rarely, but clap for many curtain calls if we are moved.   We do not smile at strangers, and we do not hug. We discount any compliments and expect non

Perhaps because I am in Prague today, on August 21, I decided on this reprise. Perhaps today's NEVERMORE1968 happening in Prague with its...

And here I am on a hot July day, walking into a Grassroot Pub in Lower Manhattan. I stop in the middle of the tiny dark bar relieved from...

It is a charming warm October Sunday with blue skies above,  sun shimmering our bare arms,  a cute Spanish hacienda village hugging a...

Finally! It is two thirty and off I go! Good bye everyone! I kick my yellow slippers into my cubby, quickly put on my outside shoes,...