Czech Streets 161 • Limited

Graffiti peels gently from a lower wall—old slogans half-swallowed by time, newer tags pressed on top like annotations in a margin. A bicycle leans against a post as if waiting to be addressed. A child presses his face to the tram window, breath fogging a small oval; on the opposite seat, an elderly man adjusts his cap and watches the city like someone following a map whose lines he knows by heart.