Prague Is So Beautiful, I Want To Weep Forever
Now Playing: Symphonie No. 5- Gustav Mahler
I have been to Prague and now I'm back. I now realise I was born to walk around beautiful, decaying European cities looking haunted and feeling close to tears. I don't think I have ever seen so many beautiful buildings, churches and people in such a short space of time before. Or sighed so much. It all became quite overwhelming and everything made me want to cry. In fact I don't think I have been so tearful since I realised my ambition to be a fairy in a musical jewelery box was unachievable.
The people of Prague apart from being clear skinned beauties and incredibly nice also seem very fond of puppets. I approve of this wholeheartedly, it's been many a year since I saw a good puppet show and I was sad I didn't have time to see The Marionette Theatre's
performance of Don Giovanni. I expect puppet shows aren't slick and violent enough for todays jaded, obese ankle biters. I also saw and indeed heard an organ grinder playing on the Charles Bridge which instantly made me feel about five years old and oddly emotional for some reason. Makes you wonder what the tourist entertainment of the future will be. My guess is a film of several youths setting fire to a small and helpless dog viewed on an 'old style' circa 2005 camera phone.
The food was a bit hit and miss but this place Restaurace Rusalka
is a gem and you should all flock there like big,hungry geese. Another place to race to like starved dogs is Cafe Ebel
. I can highly recommend the '123 Breakfast' and a long look at the brunette waitress.
As I mentioned earlier Prague contains a high proportion of effortlessly beautiful people. If you're the type of female who flies into a jealous rage every time someone thinner, prettier or more fragrant than you appears,you may wish to avoid Prague and stick to sobbing into your Dairy Milk in front of your Bridget Jones DVD. And stop reading this blog. I don't want you.
Ahem, moving on. One of my few criticisms of my stay was the crowds, I will defiantly go again, but at a quieter time. I was particularly distressed by a gaggle of German schoolchildren who seemed to take a perverse delight in following me everywhere. I'm not sure if it's the same mob that irritated me with their shoving and giggling in Anne Frank's house during my holiday in Amsterdam last year, but I have my suspicions. I thought I'd outrun them at one point only to find the little fiends waiting, like butter wouldn't melt, in the Pinkas Synagogue
and Jewish Cemetery.
However the undisputed highlight of my trip was my visit to the Loretto Shrine
. The Loretto Shrine is a fine example of the Catholic Church at the peak of it's artistic powers. It is also a fundamentalist protestant nightmare and therefore rather splendid. I'm sorry, I don't wish to offend but all that preaching in a tin hut or worse, a front room because 'it's the Lords word that's important' might well be more Christian but it's boring to look at. Anyway even if you don't share my love of Catholic art, the Loretto Shrine is worth a visit simply to see this bearded female saint
and this beautiful martyred boy.
I realise there is nothing more boring than tales of other peoples holidays so I'll stop now but I'm trying in my own long winded way to encourage you to visit Prague. Remember readers I love you all and only want what's best for you.
Posted by Clairwil
at 10:43 PM BST