The Last Ditch by Tom Paine

Prague is much-photographed. I had many shots of it in already. We brought the Misses Paine here from our then home in Warsaw when they were young. I visited many times on business. On one memorable occasion, I led an entire Czech beer hall in singing the Welsh national anthem – in Welsh. They set to with a will. In my memory (probably made unreliable by vocal-chord lubrication) their rendition would not have disgraced the Millenium Stadium in Cardiff.

This week, however, we "serious" photographers were on a quest for the picture that millions of visitors to this beautiful place had not found. I am not sure I pulled it off, but it was fun trying. It was also fun watching the public's puzzlement at my odd antics.

This evening (Good Friday) we were set the task of photographing "a face in a place"; a local person in their work context. I went to a bar and drank myself brave; after seven or eight pilseners finally broaching the subject with the barman. 

An assistant credit should go to my new friend, Joe – an American engineer working at his company's head office in Germany. Not only did he lend moral support but he held the off-camera flash just out of shot.

My other new Prague photos are to be found here.