From there, I ambled up the canal from Minnewater Lake, a walk so stunning that I felt like I'd fallen asleep and woken up in a Grimm's fairytale, to get to the chocolate museum and The White Pelican, a year-round Christmas shop in a sparkly white grotto that looks as though Santa's elves had only just left.
From there, I ambled over Manes Bridge, through the Old Town Square, Prague's main square since the 10th century (now full of buskers and tour leaders wielding umbrellas) and found another oasis in the Museum of Czech Cubism, otherwise known as the House of the Black Madonna.
Soon afterward, on our first morning there, my wife and I ambled through the most guileless and sweet-natured place we'd ever seen, authentic right down to the donkey-drawn carts carrying water and firewood.
As I ambled with her through the Cardio Room, the Massage Room, the Weights Room, and the Breathing Room, I began to wonder if there was any bodily function with which Pixar was not pleased to assist.
I ambled over and found a giant rack of it.
So I ambled back and said my thank yous.
He kept me company while I ambled down moving walkways and wandered through a loop of food courts.
I ambled through the reminiscent sounds of birds chirping, trees moaning, and winds blowing that welcomed me in — I returned to Central Park.
I didn't care for money talk, so I ambled along the center line to inspect the trailer.
As I ambled towards the boat landing slip, I was careful to avoid the dog excrement on the grass.
