Oh god oh god, Blog Panic. Haven’t typed in days!! And my public [read: 3 readers] needs [read:
may or may not see this] me! What did we
do the next day?? Oh yes, I took Ads on
a random tram ride through the city, so he could get a taste of it. We went with Antonia and Jörg on a tour to a
place called Kutna Hora. Yes, some
precarious possible spoonerisms in there. So the tram ride. We end up on the outskirts of the city,
seemingly miles away [read: about 1 km] from everything, and I am convinced we
will be too late to pay for the trip, and we will be kicked off and then our
friendship with Jörg and Antonia will be ruined forever... Naturally, none of
the above hyperbolic events happened and we left for the little town in the
countryside that requires a bus ride. It
was once [1300s] the seat of the King’s residence and the mint, when it was a
rich silver mining centre. Naturally,
the silver ran out and everything then moved to Prague. There is a[nother] very large cathedral
there, St Barbora’s; a gothic masterpiece that took 100s of years to
complete. I forget what St. Barbora
did. If you were Rachel Berry from Glee,
she inspired your entire life and career, and is worthy of a huge place of
worship. As with all cathedrals, it is
just lovely. Too big/ much to take
in.
Down the road is the Chapel of
All Saints, which contains an ossuary.
It is quite literally, many, many saints. There are 40 000 bones in there, arranged
into charming interior design motifs. A
highly recommended way to deal with departed relatives if funereal costs are
just too high. There are naturally
gruesome souvenirs available- because they are badly made in China, not because
they are skulls.
The surrounding town is a UNESCO
site; and quite twee. We have fair to
middling pizza for lunch and then head home. The bus drop off is at Wenceslas Square, and I
know the Museum of Communism is there, hilariously, above a casino and a
McDonalds. We walk and then grumpily stalk around looking for it, but it’s
just not there. But I saw it with my own
two eyes when Andrew the amazing beard- dying verbose tour guide took us past
there the other day!! We check the 2, yes,
2 McDonalds/ casino combos on the square, several times, as if the
capitalist fairies who beamed the museum up for maintenance will have put it
back since we last checked. No
luck. We give up in favour of a charming
little pub thing near home under the Charles Bridge, where the fare is
basically sausages and cold meat and... beer... . The tables are mounted into old sewing
machine stands- a completely random and unexpected find! Some local men momentarily think I am
photographing their crotches when I climb under the tables, until I explain the
sewing machines to them- a fact which they had never before noticed, quite
understandably...
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