It’s interesting being in a country where the language is so foreign you can’t get anywhere close to understanding the street signs, and just getting to say “Good morning” is a major challenge. The weird accents on the letters don’t help with deciphering the language either. The closest we’ve got to understanding any words are the “Plasty” and “Papír” on the recycling bins. We have learned to order a coffee though (espresso is a universal language), and we’ve kinda got the words for “hot water on the side”. The rest is all sign language. When you get to the heavily touristed areas you have a better chance. The restaurants and coffee shops are pretty good with their English.
This is the “quiet time” (around 8 p.m. on the Charles Bridge) famous for its continuous line of religious statues.
We’re also doing a really good job of heading out each morning with absolutely no planning, having done no reading or research the night before, and blundering into famous landmarks quite oblivious to how significant they really are (until we do our reading up at the end of the day). It’s all great fun and we like it this way. What is absolutely astounding is the number of weddings taking place in the most public of places, a great percentage of them Asian, all billowing veils and ice-cream cake dresses dragging in the dust with huge entourages in tow, most prominent the photographer with lenses the size of telescopes. Then the posing and posturing and selfie sticks, all under the prying gaze of 10,000 strangers.
This post is simply about the light-hearted, fun side of Prague.
These “vintage” cars are the New York Central Park equivalent of horse-and-carriages. The Asians simply love them and are regularly seen riding around the city, waving to the public and taking selfies. A lot of other tourists love them, too, particularly bridal and bachelor parties.
Prague is also a party town (plenty sex shops) and there’s definitely money around … lots of Porsches, Lamborghinis and low-slung sports cars fuelled by testosterone.
Sometimes the animals come to town to get into the act.
Marilyn Monroe and James Dean once dropped in for a visit. And then just some whimsy.
The city has many, many winged creatures, some flying with umbrellas. And buildings with ‘shrooms.
A silver Airstream bus serves food at an outdoor market. What is it about locks and bridges?
Prague has sea horses too … this is actually a music club and bar.
Scary lady. She’s watching you, no stepping out of line. A lady sphinx outside Prague’s Rudolfinim Concert Hall.
Does that face make you want to have a massage? And yet, this is a ubiquitous offering throughout the city. Every block has a Thai massage parlour where you can voyeuristically watch people through the doorway being Om’ed and destressed.
Beautiful.