Charles Bridge Blue Hour Countdown Timer

The Charles Bridge is best from the side, from the water, at the moment the sky goes that deep blue and the floodlights come on and the whole thing turns to gold against the darkness. From this angle you get the arches, the stone, the statues along the parapet catching the light, the Old Town tower at the far end and the green copper dome of the church behind it. A boat went past while I had the shutter open and turned into a smear of light and pulled the reflections into long streaks across the water. The bridge has been here since the fourteen hundreds, which is easy to forget when you are standing in a crowd buying magnets, but from here, from below, in the blue hour, it looks its age in the best possible way. I was on a low bank on the far side, crouched, with my elbows on a stone and my knees getting cold. A fisherman was further along doing almost the same thing as me, except he was actually fishing, and he caught nothing all evening. I did not catch anything either, but I was not really trying.