Knowing me, knowing you, Pra-ha

So I’ve only been here a few hours but I think Nick and I have basically completed Prague. We’ve seen the Old Town Square and the world’s most beautiful Christmas tree, and eaten a delicious meal and photographed a pony and drunk yummy metric beer and it’s snowing and really, what else is there? Apart from the Castle, which apparently takes a day to go around, that is – and the New Town, with Wenceslas Square, of course, and Charles Bridge, which we decided to save up for a special occasion when we walked near it tonight, and the museum of Communism, and the Jewish graveyard and the Hall of Mirrors and about six or seven thousand other things. And we’ve now picked up leaflets to influence our next three and a half days further, including one for a jazz cruise, featuring a unique stage that moves independently, and we can’t work out if that’s independently of the boat, or independently in comparison to the banks of the river. And then we might go and see a concert at the Rudolfinium, which bills itself as the second-most important pseudo-Renaissance building in Prague, and is thus clearly unmissable. I think bad translations into English might be my favourite thing about the city so far. The leaflet that accompanied our bill in the restaurant tonight described the eatery as “In the gothinc house called ‘U Zlateho Hada’. Situated in the Kings road named Karlova street, was established the 1. prague's Coffee room. And from the year 1714 till today this house offer you not only relaxation, coffee or drink, but also selected meals of domestic cuisine.” And certainly, we did eat a selected meal of domestic cuisine. No need for sensational self-promotion here – just a simple, clumsy explanation that makes me want to hug everyone and drink beer until I slip over in the snow.