The sun is melting my cheese, as it sets

We arrived in Prague and it was hot. Really, really hot. Walking around at 7pm was treacherous and we needed to avoid the sun, remaining in the shade wherever possible. That even became too much, so to cool down we went to a little cafe on the riverbank and had some beers.

We also had the local specialty of grilled cheese. A round piece of cheese, breaded and herbed, wrapped in foil, is placed on a charcoal grill until soft and gooey. We ate it at our table with rather plain rye bread. But the cheese itself was excellent, a little charred and with a lot of flavor from the crust. The inside of the cheese was nearly liquid and fantastic.

With cheese on the plate and beer in hand, we watched the hot, hot sun descend across the river.