I arrived in Prague for Easter weekend, so I had to spend a little more than usual on the hostel. It still wasn’t too expensive, and it was the best hostel I’ve been in so far! I highly recommend Adam and Eva Hostel if you’re traveling to Prague.
They even had the sheets already on the bed, which is some top quality hostel service. I soon made my way to nearby cafés.
My daily explorations always took me across the Most Legií (Legion Bridge).
It was usually on this bridge that I debated with myself whether Prague is the most beautiful city I’ve ever been to.
On the first day I happened upon the Church of Saint Giles, which happened to be the church featured in the movie Amadeus for Mozart’s wedding. The exterior doesn’t prepare you for what’s inside.
Outside the church tickets were being sold for a later concert, so this church will show up again.
When I arrived at the main square, I saw that entrance to The Church of Saint Nicholas was free so I checked it out.
Honestly, everywhere was beautiful. Go to Prague.
Since I was here for Easter, I was lucky enough to witness the Easter markets.
There was hot wine, food, smoke coming from the cooking fires, music, and so much colour.
A little bridge was set up to give an elevated view of the square.
I enjoyed listening to what seemed to be Czech folk music.
On the other side of the square was one of Prague’s most famous sights, the Astronomical Clock.
I recommend reading about the functions of an astronomical clock because it is fascinating and complex. I know part of it uses projective geometry, which I hope never to have to learn again, but the amount of information contained here is impressive.
It also uses old Czech numbers, which makes for an interesting 4 and 7. It seems part of this trip is finding as many different number systems on clocks as possible.
It turned out that another was to be found in Prague, in the Jewish Quarter.
This was a restaurant next to one of the city’s synagogues, and the nearby clock tower added Hebrew to the list.
At this point, as I inevitably do, I decided that the direction I needed to walk was up. My hostel was across the river from the city centre, where the city becomes suddenly elevated.
Here’s a picture I’m in, so everyone can stop yelling at me.
This was a restaurant overlooking both Prague and my price tolerance for a meal. It was nice to see though!
I had bought a ticket to see a virtuoso Czech organist and a string quartet perform in St. Giles church, and thought it was the perfect way to spend my 100th day of travel!
It was fantastic! I love hearing Tocatta and Fugue on a church organ.
I walked back to my hostel and got some advice to go to an art gallery up in the hills.
Crossing the bridge to my hostel always gave a view of the “Hunger Wall.”
I ended up hiking up the hills in the dark which was a little sketchy, cause it wasn’t well lit everywhere. I got to the gallery and knocked on the door but they had randomly closed 2 hours earlier, locking a Kazakh guy and Czech girl inside. They asked for help from the other side of the door so I went looking for someone who might have a way of getting them out. I went to the nearby restaurant and after some language barrier challenges, (“people trapped in art gallery” probably isn’t a commonly encountered phrase), a key was located and they were freed.
I ended up with a nighttime view of the city, though not a view of the gallery as intended.
The next morning I went to a café with a courtyard, and appeared in another picture! Who would have imagined, two in one blog?
I walked across Charles Bridge, which was my only somewhat unpleasant experience in Prague. The bridge was beautiful, and is lined with statues, but the number of tourists on it prevents you from walking at more than a sheep’s pace.
I walked up yet another hill after the bridge to see Prague Castle and St. Vitus Cathedral.
I liked the intricate gold cage on the window.
Further exploration around town brought me to what turned out to be a water tower.
Prague isn’t quite an unusual place as far as Canadian traveling goes, but I can feel a difference already from the Paris and London type cities and I’m enjoying the different atmosphere.
For my last night I went to an Uzbek restaurant nearby. I tried a salt and yogurt drink called Ayran. I both did and didn’t like it, I was quite confused. I had it with Beshbarmak which tasted better than it looks.
Dessert was Baklava and Uzbek tea (which I loved).
The next morning as I prepared to leave the hostel surprised its guests by providing what I’m told was a traditional Czech Easter breakfast.
The sweet bread was really good, and since I managed to spend exactly all of my Czech Koruna at the Uzbek restaurant it was appreciated on many levels.
So, I’m having trouble deciding which is more beautiful, Siena or Prague. For the sake of my sanity I’ll call it a tie and move on.