This is a picture of Prague’s famous astronomical clock. It’s ancient and beautiful and one the city’s greatest attractions.

Every hour a crowd gathers in front of it to watch the saints and skeleton strike the hours. Several times I’ve come running up just in time to watch the last figure disappear into his little door. One time we waited for fifteen minutes only to learn that the clock show doesn’t happen at 10 p.m. So I’ve still never seen the clock do its thing.

But every time I’ve missed, I’ve looked up high, at the buildings around us, the crowds, the masterpiece that is the old town square. Running late. On tourist time.