Prague kills me. With all its accents, virgules, and gizmos, Czech consists of 84 letters. Says my tourist guide. Listening to Czech makes you understand the difference between voiced and breathed consonants, they even know of a whizzed r. Those Americans living there, who try to learn this language, must be heros.
Note to myself: learn Czech, at least 1000 words.
Czech money is far more beautiful than the Euro. Lions, eagles, coat of arms, portraits of important people - Euro designers clearly sucked. Applies to Czech coins, too.
Note to myself: support pressure groups for changing the Euro's design.
Prague is medieval. Prague is baroque. Prague is historistic. Prague is art nouveau. Prague is a modern city. 1000 years of city history are still present; no war damages that are younger than 200 years as it seems. Each building has its own history. Almost everything is in a good shape and structurally sound, at least in the areas we were visiting. Colourful buildings like the ones at home, but more beautiful. Much more beautiful. Heck, these people knew how to build a beautiful city.
Note to myself: sue some architects, just for fun.
Streets like symphonies. Big drama followed by great ease. Many tourists, but not crowded. Squares bigger than those at home. A lot of power is noticeable in these buildings and streets, but also poetry. It wants to impress you and you fall in love instead. Prague kills me. You're leaving desperate, unsatisfied, and exhausted, knowing that you've just seen 2 percent of this place. At most.
Note to myself: book a hotel for a second visit.
Image: Obecní dům, Prague's Municipal House.