When Dane first mentioned Prague (Thursday, I believe), I was like … shoot, I need to work, I need to do more yoga stuff, I need to get some exercise and get our house ready for company. But somehow he twisted my rubber arm! I did a little prep-work and was able to work on the train. The yoga, exercise, and housework all got the shaft though (for now). We got looking at our calendar and with all the visitors we’ll be getting, we don’t really have much left for weekends to travel!
So at 530am Friday, we boarded the train and were on our way to Prague!
Whoever made up the saying “the early bird gets the worm” was seriously the wisest. I love love love the way early mornings always reward you with the most glorious views.
We drifted through some adorable towns in Hungary (which I fully intend to sneak back too at some point).
Rivers running through them, the mixture of fog and sunlight was too much. I couldn’t even begin to do them justice just by shooting out the train window.
7 hours later, we arrived in Prague (or Praha, as the locals say) and checked into our AirBnb.
Once we’d dumped off our bags, we set off in search of some grub. (Tip: Don’t ever count on trains to have food/beverages. Always take your own.) We tried Cafe Savoy, with its beautiful interior…And equally beautiful food. This beet, pear, cheese, candied walnut salad has me drooling just looking at it again. It was definitely the high-quality cheese (it tasted like a blend of brie and blue) and the way they did the beets that took it from good to fan-flipping-tastic.I was so excited to have a meal that I could actually exclaim about! Definitely have to learn how to re-create this one.Dane had the special (which was essentially a casserole!). It was tasty but nothing to write home about.The dessert … !!! These were dumplings that contained a whole strawberry, and came on a bed of creamy ricotta-like cheese. Then you pour butter, and sprinkle sugar on top. So so naughty and so so decadent.After that splurge, we needed to burn some serious calories. We hiked our butts up to the top of a large hill in search of castles and such.Couples and lovers were enjoying the green space + sunshine + beautiful views.I loved the way the sun kept peeking through the sticks.After lots of incline + steps, we found ourselves at the foot of the Observation Tower.Unlike the Eiffel Tower, there are no elevators. So we herded up the never-ending circular staircase with all the other tourists until we found the viewing deck.Whenever you have just a short short time in a big city, I think it’s always a good idea to find the highest point and get there. It gives you a feel for the city that you (obviously) don’t get from the common streets.After the Tower, we wandered along through the massive park and eventually through the streets, back into civilization.I am always amazed at the locations (world-wide) Starbucks procures for their coffee shops. They don’t mess around (but more on this later).I could have stared at this gothic church (St. Vitus Cathedral) for hours, as you might guess when you see the number of photos to follow. The amount of intricate detail is insane.I don’t even really like church buildings but this one is an exception …Sunlight warming the streets …Texture.
And the kürtőskalács (sometimes called chimney cakes) makes an appearance once again. They smell so good cookin’ away.The golden afternoon sun was warm and made everything feel so dreamy.We decided it was time for a hot drink, so we went back to the Starbs.
It was a gorgeous spot for a cafe, and I loved the “where are you from?” pin wall …They have several patios where you can sip on your lattes and drink in the view.Or … take a selfie …We mosied back towards our accommodations …Got freshened up, and then headed out to fancified burger joint that was recommended on a foodie blog … Dish Fine Burger Bistro.It didn’t disappoint! And even though I forgot to snap a shot of it, the interior of the venue was lovely as well.We did some more meandering through the streets, and played “tram roulette” (as Dane calls it) by hopping on whichever tram pulled up, taking it until it turned a direction we weren’t fond of, getting off and trying another, and so on. Eventually we just got off and walked towards St. George’s bridge.The bridge entrance …A violinist set the mood with his beautiful music as people of all ages traipsed along the romantically-lit bridge.It was stunning. It was also fuh-RIGID. I think one would enjoy the evening stroll considerably-more in the warm weather.After awhile longer in the crissssp, fresh air we stopped at a restaurant for a warm drink. We selected a spot that was playing “gypsy music” and looked pretty adorable. The waiter, when he found out we weren’t getting food, plunked us in the nosebleed section. Haha. Whatever man. We still enjoyed the tunes!With our early start, we were tuckered out before too long and headed wearily back to our AirBnb for a solid night’s rest.
Next morning, we took our time rising, got ready, packed up, and headed out to break the fast. We found a cafe with lovely ambiance not too far from our doorstep.I had french toast and bacon (a favorite combo of mine – I like sweet n savoury mixed), along with a fresh-squeezed juice and Americano.Dane loaded up on protein.All fueled up, we headed off for more touring. Crowds gathered around these 2, and I would’ve stared for awhile too if Dane didn’t explain the secret to me quite hastily.Then there was this act – “Jazz No Problem”. Haha what a name. Their bluesy, soulful, jazz filled the Old Market Square and I got suckered into a CD. I’ve already listened to it twice and I so do not regret that purchase (even though their English is hilarious … “give me, the [a] kiss the [to] build a dream on” and “just a closer walk with tee [they mean thee]”). It’s blues so you can get away with anything. I love the trumpet mixed with the clarinet, mandolin, drums, guitar, etc. These dudes were rockin’ it.We walked through the Saturday Farmer’s Market. Oh man – was it ever amazing!! Everything you can think of is there in local, homemade form. Then we kept on truckin’ through the streets, loving every inch of the huge, immaculate, pastel buildings.I had a particular thing for this green one …Seriously!We made a java stop at Cafe Lounge, another recommendation from the foodie blog. (They could have been more creative with the name, but it was actually good.)That didn’t quite warm me up enough so with a lemon/lime water (to go) in hand, we enjoyed our last few minutes soaking up the classic Praha scenes.And before we knew it we were back on our 7 hour train ride. Which is where I am as I type this, currently listening to several young lads who’ve clearly had too much to drink (one Canadian which makes me ashamed to be Canadian) and may not last the rest trip without getting the ol’ boot. We shall see.
Til next time, Prague.