Prague is lovely in the late summer. The twilight creates silhouettes out of the hundreds of spires weaving throughout the city until 9 p.m. or so, and chances are that the sky is brightening again when you stumble out of some dance club off of the Vltava. With the tipsy Czech lining the winding streets at all hours of the humid days, Prague lets you lose yourself to anonymity. But as Franz Kafka knew a century ago, “Prague never lets you go.”

So I’m inclined not to believe the latest McClatchy D.C. report claiming, yet again, that President Trump’s since-fired fixer and grifter of a personal attorney spent two summers ago meeting with Kremlin officials in the Czech capital. For perhaps the first time ever, I believe Cohen when he tweeted, “I hear #Prague #CzechRepublic is beautiful in the summertime. I wouldn’t know as I have never been. #Mueller knows everything!”