Prague: a holiday from the Covid insanity of the West

It’s a cold, sunny day in mid-January, and I’m sitting on a frosty barstool outside, sipping the hot mulled wine the Czechs call Svařák. 

I can see the colorful Astronomical Clock about thirty feet away, built by Master Mikuláš Kadaň  in the early 1400s, with the Church of Our Lady of Týn looming above Old Town Square. 

Across the narrow cobblestone stree…