On a Tuesday morning, Lucká Street in Prague is silent except for the rustle of leaves and the distant tram bell. Trams 22, 23, and 25 run along the nearby Patočkova, but once you ascend 100 meters onto Lucká, the city noise fades. You might hear children playing in the garden of the (formerly located in the area) or monks chanting faintly from the monastery.
When photographers compile a collection of "Czech Streets," they are not just looking for the Astronomical Clock. They are looking for the genius loci —the spirit of the place. Lucká has it in spades. It represents the Czech talent for finding wilderness within the city and building a home right on the edge of the abyss. CZECH STREETS - LUCKA