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Like moths to a flame, Prague's countless tourists swarm around the Old City streets, flitting in and out of the endless & identically-kitsch tourist shops, alighting nowhere for long. For most cities, however enchanting, this would be enough to wear the charm thin - very quickly... =/ But Prague is an untouchably magical place - a deep-dreaming city of cobbled lanes, Gothic spires and refreshingly-diverse architecture. And one of the most magical places of all is Staromestske nam, (Old Town square), at dusk. The twin Gothic spires of Tyn Church hang - a pair of sharp-winged bats - over one side of the square, while the other is dominated by the Town Hall, (with its much-vaunted but ultimately anticlimactic - Is that it?! - astronomical clock).
Prague/Krakow: Dreams, Dragons & Nazi Death Camps
Michael Meadows2007-04-21 21:27:46
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of a musical nature, although a little more contemporary. Karlov Lazne is the biggest club (of its type) in Central Europe - five floors covering as many genres. It seemed like it could be a lot of fun on the weekend, but on the week-night we went it was just us and a few other curious tourists. Full points to Mum for joining me to take a look though! =)
Hot air balloon baskets liven things up at a charity concert on Rynek Glowny.
Mum was doing very well on the trip in general, taking to the backpacking lifestyle with great gusto and endless good humour. And if I'd had any doubts at all about how she'd handle the hostelling side of it, these were quickly dispelled on our first night in Krakow, (Poland). It was about midnight and we were both fast asleep. Suddenly, the door to our 12-bed mixed dorm banged open and a fresh arrival stumbled into the darkness, slightly the worse for wear after a few too many beers. He came to an abrupt halt in the middle of the room, rustling plastic bags as he fished through his pack, and muttering irritably under his breath while he tried to decide where to stash his stuff. I resigned myself to at least a quarter of an hour of this disturbance, but before sticking my head under the pillow, I leaned out of my bunk to see how Mum - a very light sleeper - was taking all this...
Only to see her climb out of bed and pad calmly across the room toward him... "You've just arrived, have you?", her voice quiet and kind, but quite firm as well.
A startled glance was all she received in reply, at this sudden apparition of a middle-aged (you must be going on 35 now, right Mum? =P) woman, wearing zebra-striped silk pyjamas no less, in a hostel dorm. Finally he managed a mute nod, looking fairly unsure of himself now. "Well, this is the only free bed, you can take this one." The bed Mum was pointing to - which was indeed the only one left - had a jacket draped over it. The new arrival, by this
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See photographs from:
Czech Republic Gallery
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Poland Gallery
