Fishing on the Vltava

An American friend has gone thru the rigmarole of getting a Czech fishing license. It's not like at home where you walk in, pay a few dollars and then go fishing. Here it is more like a dark chapter in a Kafka novel. One has to take a test among other things, to show that one knows how to tie a hook on a line and to choose the proper rod for the fish one wants to catch. That's the simple part. Getting all the stamps from the bureaucrats is where it gets exciting. Franz Joseph would be proud.

Frank Gehry's Dancing building in the background of the top picture