ecretary landed on the City of Prague. They were greeted by a chauffeur named Mr. Oc

e, so please do entertain yourselves along the way, " the driver stated in thick English, addressing the two before he drov

ay the rosary cycle. It was actually their second time visiting the city. The first was when Marcus got invited to become a speaker in a youth assembly. It wa

lking in the paved roads and side lanes. Busy businesses were open for customers to dine, shop or just d

silence inside the car. "The city is this abuzz Father whenever it has this kind of beautiful weather. We

the driver's gaze on

eeling educated in the most unexpected w

e more and nodded. "Y

fined by a long stretch of thigh-high iron-wrought gate. Tree of different species grew inside it, landscaped together with flowering shrubs and fin

en he caught a glimpse of something tasty in his line of vision inside th

whirled to face him. Good thing that they had stopped near the sidewa

ter?" the chauffeur asked,

lleague too and then said, "Is there something bot

ut a newly-exchanged Czech crown worth a hundred Euros from his personal bag's pocket. "I need to buy som

riest's snicker confusing. He eyed the exorcist priest who w

arcus, " he heard Father Julien sa

hen he crossed. In no way did he look like a priest with his garb, but even so, the way Marcus walked, it looked like he was showered with an aura of holiness, much like priests should be. One that differed him above all else thou

es too? Well... yes, there wa

ste since after their first visit in Prague years ago. A food stall just a few feet away fro

ul balloons, selling them to any visitor. There were children playing in one corner and in the other, some teenagers t

He disregarded it, but momentarily caught sight of the photographer. It was a woman with her hand

r attempt to converse using the foreign language he had little knowledge of, but the vendor understood it at least, smiling as he attended to the priest's order. Marcus eyed the freshly-cooked roll

e vendor handed it to him. "Tady to je, " ("Here it is

cus replied before stepping away from

less of who would catch a look on it. He wasn't worried of any judgmental eyes, none at all, except for a small y

e case. The girl continued to look at him, but Marcus noticed that her eyes were shifting intently on the bag full of rolls. Watching the area around them, he realized that the child might be a

nd, a flash of light appeared a few feet away from them. This caught Marcus' attention and went to glance at the source. It was the photographer earlier, with the same camera in hand. Just

n the little girl, but he found her already skipping steps away from him,

usual for his colleague to stay inside the vehicle and wait for him especially during his exo

vel, what say you Father? Those rolls you have there would be better enjo

cretary was indeed right on that regard. He subsequently nodded and eyed some table

reak wouldn't be harmful, "

there then, " Father Julien stated and

provide visitors a dining area. The particular space smelt of mint and soil, but Marcus found the aroma a nice change from the smell of incense he had been a

al a lock or two as a souvenir. Although wearing some boyish clothes: a long-sleeved knitted sweater, black jeans and Converse shoes, she looked elegant in the way she moved. Her fair complexion showed that she doesn't spend time under the sun for long periods of time, but her faci

eeping normal beats, unexpectedly jump twice out of place. It surprised him, yes. He felt as if he was caught stealing something that he wasn't permitted to. However, ultimately disregard