A Taste of Prague

Two days in this beautiful city really was only a taste, but what a taste it was.

I loved just walking the streets and looking up.
And so many statues. Everywhere.
Many of the cathedrals and other buildings have very interesting doors.
It was not hard to get away from the throngs of people and still have much to marvel over.

I came across a “Musical Map of Prague,” and while I was not able to find the Beethoven tree or the John Lennon Wall, I successfully got myself to the Antonin Dvorak museum.

Dvorák Museum. This was actually the grandiose home of some count during Dvorak’s time. His modest apartment was in the neighborhood and he would have walked down this street frequently.

I loved learning about Dvorak’s life—who knew that he was an avid bird man who loved trains? He once commented, “I would give all my symphonies to have invented the steam engine.” Aren’t we glad that didn’t happen!

During his three years in the U.S. (when he wrote what we know as The New World Symphony), he was the Director of the National Conservatory of Music in New York. He was amply compensated in that role; at $15,000 his salary was a third higher than the mayor of NYC.

Dvorak’s piano, with Beethoven (and Jesus) looking on.
Just by luck I was in Prague Square twice at the top of the hour to hear and see the chiming.

And then…

I just couldn’t help myself…

The beer museum was self-guided, and not too impressive, but the tastes at the end down in the old pub room were worth the ticket price.

These glasses are not as large as they look.

The four beers were all lagers, from four Czech breweries, and they were all delicious. I have a new appreciation for lagers; well, Czech lagers at least.

And the sweet little hotel I stayed in: Hotel Petr.

It is across the river from Old Town and New Town, in an area referred to as Lesser Town. It was within walking distance to Old and New, with various bridges to cross that river, including the famous Charles Bridge, which I did walk across, but evidently did not capture with a photo.

My departure of Prague included trouble finding the right bus station, and frustration with my lack of Czech language skills to deal with these kinds of situations. But in the end, I was able to find my way, due to the kindness of strangers, and I am so grateful for the time I had in Prague.

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