Old Friends

I'm not generally one to do song lyrics, but this Simon and Garfunkel song seemed too fitting:

Old friends,
Old friends
Sat on their park bench
Like bookends.
A newspaper blown though the grass
Falls on the round toes
Of the high shoes
Of the old friends.

Old friends,
Winter companions,
The old men
Lost in their overcoats,
Waiting for the sunset.
The sounds of the city,
Sifting through trees,
Settle like dust
On the shoulders
Of the old friends.

This was the first day of our weekend in Prague..and what a weekend it was.