That night, I went to bed early hoping to get up early for some morning photography. I walked to the Charles bridge around 4 am. To my astonishment, there were people on it either walking around and admiring the bridge or walking home from clubs. Either way, I was somewhat pissed because I wanted to get some shots without anyone on the bridge. I took some pictures and waited. Finally, the bridge got nearly empty and to my surprise, the bridge lights were switched off at 5 am. I wanted to scream.

I went back the next morning but the sky wasn't as dramatic as it was the day before.