Prague, and heraldry, and beasts, and finding your style of travel

Some people travel for food.  

They eat local dishes, in local restaurants, and feel like they know a place.  Some people travel for pubs.  Some people travel for museums.  Some people travel for selfie shots.

I think I travel for stories, and for words.

I love guided tours, and broken conversations with local shopkeepers, and spying on locals’ lives, but more than that, I love learning the stories layered in old spaces, and collecting the myths of a place, and walking where legends once walked.  If I learn the story of some past tragedy or some local’s hopes and dreams, I’ll remember that place forever.  Stories make it real.  

And I love using real places in stories.  

Especially real places in fantasy stories.  Especially gritty, specific details that I know will make a fantasy story seem real.  In Prague, I’ve been deliriously recording statues that show part-humans part-beasts, and recording all the shield-symbols of medieval heraldry I can find, scurrying about the city’s old town like  a delighted sketchbook-clutching crab.  I don’t have money, but this doesn’t cost any; I love finding pastimes that give me an excuse to go weaving around an old historic city, anything that lets me look busy for free.  Imagining histories for characters.  Imagining how particular old symbols or etchings or cobblestone patterns could be clues to some archaic magic system.  I’m imagining all these underground cellars used by characters in hiding, and the heraldry shields painted on ceilings identifying ancestors of old.

Whoever you are, wherever you are, I hope you find the style  of travel that suits you best, and don’t worry if it’s a strange one.  

Happy scribbling.

-mlj