Late last year, I flew to Prague (layover in Warsaw) to see an exhibition before it closed so I could write about it. That story will be published soon now, timed to the catalogue’s announcement, but before that, I’ll give you some thoughts I had that ended up cut from it. I stayed in the most fabulous Four Seasons, which has a wonderful restaurant and a room in powder-blue that the receptionist described as “Classic Czech.”
The trip was short and rainy, but I did get to walk across the Charles Bridge several times and even stood in line one day for a guided tour of the Clementinum Astronomical Tower and Baroque Library. The wait for tourist attractions is always long, but one simply must, and these I recommend because they are two in one. Mostly, though, Prague is for getting lost. I’ve never really felt lonely there.
I also walked to the Prague Castle complex one evening, recognizing some places along the way from when I took classes at Charles University many years ago and lived in a dorm room for a month. I couldn’t leave without having some goulash, but that thought came to me late enough that I ended up ordering it from room service, which was excellent, if paradoxical. From my experience, goulash should be on a wooden slatted table with benches, not a white tablecloth at the foot of a bed.
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