Waiting for the Tram

Since it gets dark somewhere between four and four-thirty these days, taking the tram home from the library tends to mean waiting in the dark. (No, I did not go to the library today. I'm not going back until next year.)
There is at least a certain amount to look at while one stands at the Staromestska stop.
Like the Rudolfinum.

And sometimes a tram goes by advertising the film school in Zlin.