I do miss the creative signs outside many shops in Prague. They exist here too, but none have quite this combo of fun.
This building looks like it belongs in a Wes Anderson movie. Someone tell him to get on that please.
BV and I were searching for a beer on the Malá Strana side of the river last year in Prague, when we stumbled upon this place. Just at the Újezd tram stop, and down through a passage that had been home to a produce market (with extras, like most Praha produce markets), was now a huge courtyard beer garden. I don’t know how long it had been open at this point, but it was nearly empty. That seemed rather odd, given the size, and given the fact that the menu was full of unusual beers*, but maybe the kids were all hanging out somewhere else that day? If you’re in Prague, check it out and let me know what’s going on…
*Unusual to us, anyway. The market has expanded a TON since I was there and we were all Gambrinus, all the time.
I’m definitely one of those people who enjoys a good bit of lens flare, even if does obscure one of my favorite views in the world. This little square was always a good one to wander through on a rambling spring walk in Praha.
A little water on the camera lens doesn’t bother me too much in this case. Fuzzy pictures match my warm and fuzzy memories of the Christmas I spent in Prague. It was unconventional, in the best possible way.
Hope that everyone reading this has a wonderful holiday… wherever in the world you may be.
When visiting European castles, one doesn’t necessarily expect to see the king’s underthings hanging out to dry.
Unless of course, the castle includes an area that is set up as a stage for theatrical productions… in which case, all bets are off.
April 2nd, 2009, lives in my mind as an Epic Prague Day. Friends from our TEFL course had passed around Europe and returned to Prague before flying back to the U.S., and so we took the chance to make the most of our time left together. That meant doing one of the boat tours on the Vltava, feasting our way through the Easter market, buying beers to take on the spider bike, and convincing our spider bike driver to take us on an extended off-tour excursion as his punishment for picking us up late.
Then it was more wandering around the city, including this walk through the park filled with young and old (and a couple taking their cat for a walk); while we soaked up the Czech sunshine, eventually finding our way to a cozy pub that didn’t mind indulging some silly Americans, flush with sentimentality for the end of our time together for the evening. I miss those crazy kids.
Nearly six years ago when I left Prague, the main station was still very much a work in progress. Its Art Nouveau interior still shone through a layer of grime that was slowly being scrubbed away, along with numerous other renovation projects. Now when you hop off the Deutsche Bahn express bus that runs between Nürnberg and Praha, you enter a pristine dome that absolutely sparkles. If you’re lucky enough to land on a sunny day, take a few minutes and pause to enjoy the view!
I love these decorations over many doorways in Prague. Because let’s be honest… building numbers are boring.
Today marks eight years in Europe for me.
Coming off of a visit to the States for Christmas where it seemed in many way like I could just pick up with people where we left, rather than not having contact in (in some cases) years since my last visits, it seems strange. But here we are.
I was thinking about ports in storms after my last photo post, and that’s almost what today’s picture represents. On one of our first weekends in Prague, a group of us went hunting for English books and eventually found this branch of the Shakespeare & Sons bookstore. It seems almost every large European city with an extensive English-speaking population boasts a version of this store, but Prague has two. This one, located at the Malá Strana end of the Charles Bridge, is much smaller, more narrow, and has books piled on every available surface. In short, pretty much want you want in a pocket-sized used bookstore. And for a group of voracious readers who had already gone through a round or two of book trading, new titles were almost a necessity. Used bookstores are an absolute lifeline for most of us…. e-readers be damned.
Seems like ages ago, and yet it doesn’t. Another year, and still weird.