Castles, rain, little bit of sunshine and LOTS of tourists. Seems every German and Austrian on the continent is on vacation in Prague. The old town clock rivals the attention given to the clock in Munich… so maybe that is why the town seems a worthy vacation spot.
We checked out the castle on the hill, wandered through the Jewish quarter, drank espresso huddled under an umbrella in a rainstorm and generally were bemused by how toylike the town seemed. Everything was polished, bright and full of souvenir stalls. This is one town that survived the last century of wars and so everywhere you look are original buildings with grand facades that loom over the cobblestone streets. To go along with every building front is at least one budding amateur photographer either taking a flash photograph or using their camcorder on the still life scene. Bloom time might be a fair distance away for the majority…
One of the best moments of the town was finding the restaurant Kolkovna (on: V Kolkovne 8) and getting the finest plate of goulash this side of, um.., New Orleans! Yes, Batman, the debris sauce was worthy of the brown sauces of a creole origin. We swooned, we gasped, we applauded the place on breaking the trend. That waddling chef trend of serving overcooked meat in bland yet salty goo that seems to be so damn prevalent in these parts. We went back the next day for an encore.
