What a fitting send off to our time in Prague. Wandering back to our 'boatel' on our last night, Mel and I heard large booms in the distance. Eventually, after a couple of moments of panic, we realised it was fireworks. Hurrying down to the waterfront felt a little like we were in Monte Carlo or some other teen film set in Europe. Dashing through the streets, we barrelled into the fence and stood to watch the unexpected fireworks light up Charles Bridge. It was a gorgeous moment, though to this day I have no idea why there were fireworks. It certainly made for a beautiful goodbye!