|Prague was cold!|
|A really cool tomato we found at Lidl. Tasty, too!|
|It costs 5 Koruna (less then 5 cents USD) to use the toilet in the train station. There's no TP in the stalls. You have to take it before you go in, so you'd better estimate correctly!|
|The main train Station and the moon!|
But Prague. I hadn't been to Prague since September of 2007, and I was excited to see my friend Pavla and also walk streets that were almost (but not quite) familiar. Have you ever had the feeling that you have been somewhere before, and yet you have no idea where you are? Not like with deja vu, because it actually IS a place you have been before. But still, you have no idea where you are? That was my weekend in Prague.
|Pavla is awesome|
|Frucktus is Pavlas dog. He was a puppy when I saw him last. Ah, time.|
Prague is beautiful in a different way than Berlin. Berlin is a bright, painted, in your face kind of city, with murals and grafitti everywhere. It is easy enough to find the freaks, radicals and queers. Like a coffins in a flood, the Underground rises to the surface in Berlin.
Prague is old and stoic, lots of historical sites, castles, patinaed church steeples. Even in the cold, Robert and I walked quite a bit, from the Church at I.P. Pavlova where in September of 2007, Pavla and I got drunk on Burchak. Burchak is the first wine of the season, made from the first crush of grapes. It is cloudy and white and still fermenting when you drink it. It's only available in September and there are outdoor festivals were you can buy it.
But this time, it was cold. No tank top, no Burchak.
|Place of Buchack Festivla|
We stopped in at a Restaurant and ate beef cheeks and fried cheese, then walked to the Národní Muzeum. So strange, walking down the same path as so many years passed, now holding someone's hand. Last time I was in Prague, I was so, so lonely. . .
|Robert stands next to a small structure next to the Muzeum. I remember a long September ago, having a small emotional breakdown in this exact spot!|
|Me as a statue. Muzeum|
|For a girl from California, this frozen fountain thing is pretty awesome. It would have little spurts of water come out. The poor fountain, just trying to do it's job in the cold.|
|Weird ads in the Metro|
|National Sympathy, I mean Symphony|
|Does anyone else think it's funny that the museum of Communism is above McDonald's?|
Before walking across Charles Bridge, we stopped in at a touristy restaurant for a glass of wine. They had this clock on the wall. It reminded me of my late Grandma, May. She played Baroque Music, and the recorder was her specialty.
|Twilight view from Charles Bridge.|
|Is it Disneyland? Nope, it's Prague!|
In the evening, I performed at a womens' "new circus" festival. And I must tell you, I don't think my piece has ever been more awkward. But I got through it. There were some cool acts. I finally saw Jana Korb on trapeze, and I tell you, she's pretty great! Also a cool doubles pole dancing act, a fan dancer/illusionist and a Mexican acrobat/physical theater performer who used stacks of newspapers instead of a hand stand bench. Oh yes, we also ate a strange broiled fish we think may have been a Piranha.
From left to right: Pole dancers, Jana Korb, Piranha!
|TV Tower: Babies|
The next day, we went out into the the frigid air to see what may just be the ugliest structure in all of Prague: the Žižkov TV Tower. In itself, the Žižkov TV tower resembles something from the old cartoon, the Jetsons. And then, for some reason, there are these huge, creepy babies crawling all over it. Really. The TV Tower is built on a Jewish Cemetery. It seems that they tore up all the gravestones and put them into a sort of "Tombstone Museum" next to the tower. Also, there is a preschool next to the cemetery. Hmm.
After all this, it's really, really cold. Robert and I wander around and finally find a pub called "ChocoMamba." We drink beer and Becherovka, make a "friend named Tomas who buys us rum and then says "Your turn." Eventually, we tire of having him ply us for shots and go back to Pavla's. The next day we get a ride back to Berlin, were I find my living arrangement slightly intolerably. But maybe it will get better. Pavla, if you read this, I love you and miss you. I value our friendship over the yeas and I hope someday we get to work on an art project together again.