This is where we were supposed to find them...... waiting... waiting... And Bruce wandered, finally to find Tad. Party Boy was up too late, missed his Copenhagen --> Prague flight, took the train instead, just showed up, no idea where his buddy Howard was... and no clue how to get to his hostel, no clue how to use the Metro system. 'Salright. We took care of him, and we all set off sightseeing for the day.(When we found the hostel, Howard had made it to Prague on his own, found the hostel, and had paid for the two of them. What a guy!)
Gorgeous synagogue near Hlavni Nadrazi
Looking down the street at the Municipal House (Prague's largest concert hall)
Municipal House from the front.
Yes, the front wall of this store is *entirely* crystal figurines, steins, wine glasses, shot glasses... it stopped us, we needed a picture.
Just a shot down the street in the Old Town...
Approaching Old Town square, with Tyn Church in the back (you can tell -- it looks moody and whiny)
Town Hall
Statue of Jan Hus, Czech's answer to Martin Luther
Church of St. Nicholas
And in the Old Town square of Prague.. we found familiar faces! That's me and Tad on the right, but on the left, Abby and Kara from the building where we stayed in Copenhagen!
The overrated hourly clock tower chime at Town Hall.
More Old Town architecture...
More nifty architecture
Looking up into an archway on the Charles Bridge
Mass humanity and vendors on the Charles Bridge
Statue at the midpoint of the bridge
Exiting the bridge into the Little Quarter
St. Vitus Cathedral in profile
St. Vitus Cathedral
While on Castle Hill, we walked down to the city overlook. This is Bruce's artsy shot of the city through one of the railings.
Overlooking Prague (and all of the other people also overlooking Prague)
Old Town square is in the middle of this view
Walking down the hill from the Castle District
WWII Memorial
Castle and Cathedral from below
Charles Bridge, again
The Dancing House (Frank Gehry). There's Ginger on the left (she has a skirt, and the more "womanly" figure) and Fred on the right.
Notebooky!!Actually, this is good opportunity to make a comment on the language. This is my first trip in which I'm visiting countries for which I have never studied the language, and Czech bears no resemblance to anything I've ever learned (other than "notebooky"). Bruce insisted, in fact, that I not study any Czech words, that I fly by the seat of my pants -- totally unusual for me.
National Museum
These are our B&B hosts, Jitka and Jan. I have to include them because, without question, they made us (free of charge!!!) sandwiches for our train journey to Budapest (7 hours), and he gave us a ride to the Metro station. The former would become very important...
And this is why we were grateful for extra food. This is the train to Budapest -- apparently all trains are like this, packed to the gills. This is the hallway -- some people on fold-down little seats, some people sitting on the floor. (We got fold-down seats, luckily.) Getting there early doesn't matter; the train comes from Berlin, and all regular seats are long gone. It was a long ride, but we made it... the last hour (of 7), we got in a regular cabin. However, we did realize that we got the better window with our meager seats -- perhaps that was the trade-off? May this be a word of warning if you ever want to get from Prague to Budapest...
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