I fell in love with gargoyles almost ten years ago when I was in Prague over Halloween weekend. It was a cold, nasty, rainy day/weekend. I only remember a handful of things from that weekend vividly: going to the contemporary art museum, walking across the Charles Bridge, seeing the neo-Renaissance figures sticking out of the wall at a vegetarian restaurant my friends and I ate at, my friend Daphne's rainbow umbrella, and the gargoyles spitting on me when I was up by the castle/cathedral.
I loved that the gargoyles were spitting down on me, and have never forgotten that.
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