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		<title>The Prague Diner Manifesto</title>
		<description><![CDATA[On our third day in Prague, inspired by the Happiness Project which I had just finished reading, I set myself the task of coming up with my &#8216;personal commandments.&#8217; I did it in a restaurant that our guide called a diner, hence the name. I wrote this down on the back of a spare place [...]]]></description>
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		<title>August</title>
		<description><![CDATA[And then I blinked, and it was August. In this crazy country, where summer is at its height when it begins and at its worst when you need it most, August feels positively autumnal. Just to prove this point, the tree across the street has decided to start turning red. The days, too, are suddenly [...]]]></description>
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		<title>Well, there was also the sunshine</title>
		<description><![CDATA[Which, on days like these, I sorely miss. The water, too.]]></description>
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		<title>Three and a half days</title>
		<description><![CDATA[Looking back, I like to think that the feeling I talked about in the previous post, of having arrived some place special was a premonition, and not my overactive imagination getting away with me. (Although, truth be told, the older I get the less convinced I become that there is a difference between those two.) [...]]]></description>
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		<title>Suddenly, magically, Budapest</title>
		<description><![CDATA[Despite the aforementioned midday nap I arrived in Budapest tired, confused and very nearly overwhelmed. I clang to my suitcase while Martijn wandered around in search of the new currency, almost wishing I didn&#8217;t have to go through the motions of getting to know a strange city all over again. But, determined to keep my [...]]]></description>
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		<title>Another journey</title>
		<description><![CDATA[This train had a dining car &#8212; a definite improvement on the previous one, and the highlight of the seven-hour, inch-slowly-through-the-plains, in-three-different-countries journey. That, and the midday nap.]]></description>
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		<title>A study: the pavements of Prague</title>
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		<title>Prague (Day 3)</title>
		<description><![CDATA[Sunday brought some kind of peace; a birthday; and the realisation that the things I liked most about Prague were things you can find anywhere &#8212; tram rides, an umbrella, a good cup of coffee, chocolate and marmalade pancakes, an internet connection.]]></description>
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		<title>Prague (Day 2)</title>
		<description><![CDATA[Saturday brought grief, of the sort I had rather hoped I&#8217;d left behind. So much for new beginnings.]]></description>
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		<title>Prague (Day 1)</title>
		<description><![CDATA[What started out as a good photo day ended up as a dream come true. As we ran in the torrential rain towards a taxi, and, a little later, into the hotel&#8217;s rooftop swimming pool, I realised that &#8211;on that day, in its own strange way&#8211; my life resembled &#8216;Lost in translation,&#8217; just like I&#8217;d [...]]]></description>
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