Marc lured Irena out across the Charles Bridge. She was expecting to meet me for breakfast at our usual spot. As they crossed the bridge they encountered a pitiful beggar prostrated and freezing, covered by a blue blanket. Marc persuaded Irena to give the begger some money. But it wasn't really a beggar...
Unfortunately my prepared speech fell apart as soon as I saw the tears in Irena's eyes, I asked, she managed a yes, and we both turned into a bubbly schmooshy mess. Afterwards we went to Allegro, the highest Zagat ranked restaurant in Prague.
