Prague. This particular city was my favourite and rightfully so. Good food, nice people, brilliant beer and an apartment right on the river bank. If paradise exists, Prague must be how it looks. After a long albeit serene drive from Vienna, the apartment we were going to live in was more than a pleasant surprise. I would give my right kidney for a place like that in Prague, although I must warn you, my right kidney doesn’t work real well. The city had a warm vibe to it, the old architecture and the beauty of it stunned me, after all it is one of the oldest standing cities still around.
Prague in all its glory
We were advised by a seemingly attractive man named Mathew to avoid public transport and walk everywhere for sight-seeing because “each street was worth looking at” and everything was “walking distance”. For me, walking distance means from my house to my cousins, two houses down. Call me lazy, hell, call me Indian, but walking around a large town with an injured knee severely depreciates the fun I was supposed to have. Needless to say, Mathew’s attractiveness vanished when my feet started dying.
Charles Bridge was majorly very crowded, because it’s one of those “really famous places to go” there. The statues alongside were truly gorgeous but I had to wake up at seven in the morning to get some good photographs. Seven. It was empty, gorgeous and totally worth losing a couple hours of sleep for.
Charles Bridge with my Dad ruining the frame
The statues I was talking about
It was 8 in the morning, so sue me
The castle from the Charles Bridge
The plaque that, when touched, ensures a return to Prague
The clock tower, with the 3rd oldest astronomical clock was bang in the middle of the old city square. There were street performer, food stalls and so many people; it all seemed larger than life. I’m forever grateful to the elevator in the clock tower; god knows I wouldn’t survive those many stairs, and the view from the top was fantastic. There aren’t enough words for how thoroughly surreal the whole experience was. This was Favourite Moment Number 3.
The astronomical clock
That’s the number of people there were. It’s like India.
The old city square
That evening, the cousins an I went on to explore the beer of Prague. After considerable hesitation (read shouting) on my father’s part, the three of us decided to go to a brewery named U Tri Ruzi which means The Three Roses. Even the name sounds beautiful. The locally brewed beer was happiness in a mug and life seemed good after. Rushing through the Prague at twilight, enjoying the view of the palace and laughing all the way home is how I would explain my time there. Yes, this is FMN 4, obviously.
The road to U Tri Ruzi
Prague in twilight
It’s beautiful, isn’t it?
Later that night, the three of us did make it out again to see the so-called “Dancing Building” which wasn’t nearly impressive as the name suggested. It was a tiny building with a slight matak to one side but the walk to and back was more than enjoyable, so I forgive Prague for that one.
The tiny dancing building
We obviously went to see the Prague castle the next day, which effectively drained us of any energy we had. The clock tower here had no elevator and so I was tricked into climbing fifteen, yes, fifteen freaking floors of stairs in a narrow spiral passageway that almost got me claustrophobic, but the view from the top was even better than the first. Yes, Prague is a city of beautiful views all over the place.
The clock tower that ruined my day
Candid shot of me looking like a horse
A beautiful glass piece
Another beautiful piece I saw
Some more of the castle
She can be so cute sometimes
The night also lead to a brilliant dinner right near Charles Bridge and was probably the best meal I had the entire trip so I’m going to name it FMN 5 and for good reason. I was freezing the entire way back because like the smartass, I decided to wear a dress. I did survive though.
So basically, the place was awesome, I’m going to go back someday and everyone in the world should go there. I’m done now. Thanks for reading. Look at pictures now.
The brilliant restaurant with the best food ever
My dad smiling for a photograph. That’s really hard to make him do
Prague at night
The dad duo