Glorious Prague

Prague was every bit as stunningly beautiful as everybody says. Every building deserves a look,
We were staying in another Home Exchange.a couple of miles outside the centre in Praha 4. The tram service is incredible. Why don't all cities up their public transport in line with Prague instead of forcing people to buy electric cars?.... Surely having no car is better than having an electric car! The apartment was bright and cheery with so many thriving potted plants. Opening the fridge was a shock, the owner must have left in a hurry. The black mould on top of her porridge was an art piece. I asked her permission to throw it away but then blocked the toilet with just a few spoons of it! Never mind, I'm not squeamish, I fished it out and just threw it away. It was a reason to connect with Tereza the owner and what a joy it was getting to know her.
We spent the 1st day walking the tourist paths and gawping at the spectacular city.
I posted in a Prague musicians Facebook group asking if any bands needed a support band for the weekend, just to fit in one last gig. Coffice bar kindly said yes but we didn't have the equipment to make it happen. Although it's high season, that means all the musicians and hire companies are out of town at festivals. We did go to the jam at Coffice though and met some wonderful people. It was a diverse jam in 2 separate rooms but no drum kit or bass guitars at all. Some impressive and unusual vocal sounds. We ended up playing a few songs with Stephen on Cajone and me on piano. We made some friends through that who tried everything in their power to find equipment for the next night.... but no luck. No worries, we have the connections now to go back, but not in August!
Our last day in Prague was spent on foot close to our apartment at Vyšehrad and then walking back down through the parks to the river. We had a 'sound of music' moment when a fierce thunderstorm came through. We sheltered in the graveyard crypt.... well standing on the wall because it was all locked up. We couldn't shelter in the beautiful church because there was a fee to enter and that's against my principles!
We ended the day in a beer garden by the river listening to a wonderful jazz 3 piece.... until the heavens opened again. We'd been chatting in Portuguese to a Brazilian which was surreal and then all sheltered in the tunnel bar.... bad choice, the tunnel is obviously a flood relief channel, wet feet all round.
We bade farewell to Stephen as he headed back to Portugal and then made a vague plan to move south. We ended up finding somewhere even more gorgeous than Prague......Weiterlesen