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I have met my father in Prague! Mostly we have been eating and wandering, because my third favorite occupation in foreign climes, bookstore-haunting, will avail me little here. I can't even pretend to read Czech.
The eating has been going very well, however! We are staying in a little hotel with a restaurant downstairs, and yesterday we had duck for dinner - perfectly cooked ducked, with crispy yet succulent skin, accompanied by dumplings and laid gently on a golden bed of sauerkraut. The sauerkraut looked so luscious that I actually tried it, despite my habitual suspicion of all things cabbage, and lo! it was delicious. It was glorious. It oozed a golden sauerkraut juice which was a good as any gravy.
In fact, I was so extraordinarily taken with last night's sauerkraut that I had a hotdog with sauerkraut for lunch, and came to the same conclusion that not all sauerkrauts are created equal, and indeed that most of them are not lovingly warmed to a golden brown hue that suggests faint caramelization. But I was very hungry from getting lost in Prague, so I ate the whole thing despite the inferior sauerkraut.
Getting lost in Prague! Otherwise known as the way that I get around Prague, because even when we combined our bumps of direction, my dad and I never managed to get where we intended to go without getting two or three other places first. But the whole city is so lovely, it doesn't really matter: all the buildings are beautiful and bedecked in sculpture, and whenever you turn around there's a spire that appears to be just around the curve of the street.
It is not, of course, just around the curve of the street. When you try to track the spire down, it will disappear, and be replaced by an onion dome and a marionette store, and you will forget you meant to find the spire at all, because there's so much else to see.
(I do hope, though, that I will get my bearings enough to find my way to the Mucha museum while I'm here.)
I am particularly taken with the marionettes, and am firmly restraining myself from buying one. They're charming in shops because they exist there in marionette troupes, but if you take them out of that social environment - well, marionettes are not meant to live alone. when they have no other marionettes to play with they are apt to get up to mischief, and I just don't have enough time to keep one entertained.
The eating has been going very well, however! We are staying in a little hotel with a restaurant downstairs, and yesterday we had duck for dinner - perfectly cooked ducked, with crispy yet succulent skin, accompanied by dumplings and laid gently on a golden bed of sauerkraut. The sauerkraut looked so luscious that I actually tried it, despite my habitual suspicion of all things cabbage, and lo! it was delicious. It was glorious. It oozed a golden sauerkraut juice which was a good as any gravy.
In fact, I was so extraordinarily taken with last night's sauerkraut that I had a hotdog with sauerkraut for lunch, and came to the same conclusion that not all sauerkrauts are created equal, and indeed that most of them are not lovingly warmed to a golden brown hue that suggests faint caramelization. But I was very hungry from getting lost in Prague, so I ate the whole thing despite the inferior sauerkraut.
Getting lost in Prague! Otherwise known as the way that I get around Prague, because even when we combined our bumps of direction, my dad and I never managed to get where we intended to go without getting two or three other places first. But the whole city is so lovely, it doesn't really matter: all the buildings are beautiful and bedecked in sculpture, and whenever you turn around there's a spire that appears to be just around the curve of the street.
It is not, of course, just around the curve of the street. When you try to track the spire down, it will disappear, and be replaced by an onion dome and a marionette store, and you will forget you meant to find the spire at all, because there's so much else to see.
(I do hope, though, that I will get my bearings enough to find my way to the Mucha museum while I'm here.)
I am particularly taken with the marionettes, and am firmly restraining myself from buying one. They're charming in shops because they exist there in marionette troupes, but if you take them out of that social environment - well, marionettes are not meant to live alone. when they have no other marionettes to play with they are apt to get up to mischief, and I just don't have enough time to keep one entertained.
