3 Things Not to Miss in Prague
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I normally research a place to death prior to visiting, but I made it a point not to do that with Prague. In fact, I pretty much went into it blindly. Of course, there were a few things I already knew about the City of Spires, but for the most part I was ignorant. As it turns out, this strategy really paid off. I absolutely loved Prague. I can’t imagine how someone wouldn’t love it. Prague is more than the spectacular beauty of Old Town, the castle, and the Charles Bridge. Here are three things I’ll miss most about Prague.
1. Grown-ups can play with dolls and it’s not considered weird.
Marionettes are a tradition in Prague going back hundreds of years. These puppets controlled by string aren’t just toys for kids. In Prague they’re an art form. Sure there are tons of them hanging on the walls of souvenir shops, but those aren’t the ones I’m referring to. True artists put in years of practice to be able to produce the best marionettes. Had I not seen the process and spoken to a marionette master, I’d certainly not appreciate them nearly as much as I do. I never really enjoyed dolls as a little girl, but creating my own marionette was so much fun.
The workshop took four hours, a large chunk of time considering I was only in Prague for three nights, but I learned so much and truly had a one-of-a-kind experience. Check out this time-lapse video of the marionette master assembling the doll I created.
2. Food and Booze
I’m pretty sure that I’m going to say this about every city that I visit on my Euro tour, but I really have a soft spot for Czech food. Not a whole lot of people know this, but there was a good number Czech people that immigrated to Central Texas, thus there is a strong influence on the food in that area. Looking at the menus in Prague, I was very familiar with the names. Although the recipes and ingredients were slightly different, I loved them just the same. And with my trusty bottle of Tabasco sauce with me at all times, I was able to jazz each of my dishes up a bit.
Of course, I loved the goulash and sausages; I grew up eating both of those foods often. But my favorite dishes were the potato, cabbage, and bacon mixture sold as street food as well as the beef tartar at Kolkovna. I was a little leery of eating raw beef as I’ve never tried it before, but a friend told me that it was the best he’d ever eaten. I decided to give it a try. I didn’t eat the whole thing by myself, but I could have. Served atop delicious brown garlic bread, the beef tartar had an amazing flavor. I’m afraid that I’m now spoiled for any other.
I’m not usually a fan of cabbage. My dad and grandmother used to cook it all the time and the smell simply made my stomach turn. However, cooked in a giant pan on the street and mixed with bacon and something akin to gnocchi, I didn’t seem to mind the cabbage. In fact, I lapped it up like I hadn’t eaten in days.
The three days I was in Prague were a bit cool, although not nearly as chilly as I anticipated. The cold wind cut through my wool coat on occasion, but for the most part it was tolerable. However, when the sun went down and the temperature dropped, this hot-blooded Texan required a little bit of warmth from the inside, and that’s when the hot wine sold on the streets came in handy. Not nearly as sweet as wassail, the hot wine did remind me of it, perhaps because of the color and temperature served. I made sure to drink one of these each evening after my long day of sight seeing.
As I’ve mentioned in some of my videos and posts about Prague, I’m not normally much of a beer drinker. I’ll have everyone know that I am a beer drinker in Prague. I tried at least eight different kinds while I was here, which is a lot for this vodka girl. I’m sure the atmosphere helped, but I can’t remember ever having a beer in the US that I enjoyed drinking more than any one kind in Prague. I can see why they’re known for the barley and hops. Whether light or dark, the beer in Prague is something I won’t forget.
That might seem like a strange thing to miss, but what I mean by that is that I’ll miss the atmosphere and history around every corner. Coming from Houston, a city of concrete and newness, there is something I truly love about being in a place that’s home to so many generations of people and has countless chapters of history.
I never really cared for history as a student. Since I’ve started traveling it seems as if I can’t get enough and want to know everything about a place. Taking the free walking tour in Prague might have been my favorite thing that I did in the city. Vitek, my guide, didn’t just recite dates and facts. He told stories, and as a narrative writer, stories are what I love.
Prague is filled with millions of stories. Did you know the maker of the Astrological Clock, the one that every tourist that comes to Prague takes a photo near, was blinded to prevent him from making another like it? The clock is beautiful in and of itself, but to think this was the last thing he created made me look at it differently.
The plaques on the corner of buildings in the Old Town even took on new meaning. People couldn’t read so merchants needed a way to communicate what services they offered, thus buildings have things like rings and bells displayed on their corners. The hand hung from the wall in St. James Church was used as a warning against thieves and still dangles from an iron rod. The history and subsequence reemergence of the Jewish Quarter is both tragic and inspiring. The sidewalk in Old Town’s main square is embedded with 27 white crosses, each symbolizing one of the Czech Protestants that were beheaded in 1621 by the Habsburgs.
Although cars and scooters sped through the tight streets instead of horses, I still got a feeling of what life might have been like centuries before. And even though my story of Prague might not be as historically significant as the Hussite Revolution or the German occupation, they are my stories and I will cherish them forever.
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