Novelist Franz Kafka, known for his story concerning a giant cockroach, wrote of his birth city "Prague never lets you go...this dear little mother has sharp claws."
Mozart said of his second city, "My Praguers Understand me." And finally Hitler thought the city too beautiful to bomb. We could have all done without that last one, but needless to say the greats (with exception of one aforementioned) of arts and policy have always been drawn to Prague. And so have I.