In the country that produced Kafka and Cerny, the national sense of humour is variously dark, ironic, sardonic and 8-year-old schoolboy, but pervasive. Also apparently contagious. I got a kick out of some translations to English and enjoyed shop windows. I started photographing colourful people in Prague and realized I had only done this once before, in Florence. Conclusion: colourful people drive cars. They only walk when cars are prohibited.
A goulash gallery: