36 hours in Prague
October 10, 2013 § 2 Comments
To be more accurate, this should be more like “31.5 hours in Prague.” Or better yet, “Getting lost in Prague.” It had been ten years since my last visit, and I was totally hopeless. But that’s what good friends who actually have a sense of direction are for. It was these friends—who are, of course, worth much more than their human GPS qualities—who were the reason I decided to go on this lightening-fast trip to the city of a thousand spires. With Andre coming from New York and Lenka from London (plus Lenka’s friend Emily), how could I not help to round out this little reunion?
We made the most of what time we had. We walked from our rented apartment on Malostranské náměstí across the river and headed straight to Bakeshop for some pastries, coffee, and fresh juice (a fairly healthy start that would devolve pretty quickly).
From here we sort of pretended to take a small walk before arriving at our next destination: Lokal, a slightly tongue-in-cheek twist on the traditional Czech pub. We went for fried cheese, and we rolled out afterward having accomplished our goal. (For the uninitiated, this is simply a block of Edam cheese that has been breaded and deep fried, and then served with tartar sauce. It is socially acceptable for this to be your entire meal, but to do it properly, you should lighten things up with a “vegetable.”)
Saturday night, on our way to an ASIAN-FUSION restaurant whose chef apparently hails from NOBU in London (anyone who lived in Prague ten or so years ago will understand the caps here), we realized it was Muzejní noc, or Museum Night. Museums all over town were open into the wee hours. It was close to 1 am when we visited the beautiful Spanish Synagogue, which I had never been inside before.