Honza
Hello! I’ve been living in Prague for just four years, earning my life teaching English.
What not to miss in Prague? That would be quite a list. Imagining I was here only for a day I’d definitely head for the Prague Castle first. On my way down the Lesser Town I’d cross the Charles Bridge and soon after that reached the Old Town Square and squeeze out there to watch the Astronomical Clock giving it’s hourly puppetry show. Once done with the wooden Apostles, the ancient Jewish Cemetery would carry me back in time, making me feel the shades of the gone Jewish ghetto. To relieve the pressure of centuries on my shoulders I’d make it to Michalska street, not far from the old town square and walk in a Golden Rooster tea room to get myself a pot of genuine oolong tea. Safely recharged I’d make my way through the anthill of the Wenceslav Square and take the metro to the Vysehrad station.
The views of the city from the Vysehrad fortress provide a spectacular evidence of visiting Prague.
Being a local means there’s much more time but far less enthusiasm, as one tends not to see much when being a part of the repetitive grid of daily existence. Nevertheless, there are still many places in Prague which posses enough magic to wake me up.
The Letna park is sought by in-liners and often you may see some of them performing a bit more than just a forward movement. There’s a fine view of Prague at the massive grounds of the former Stalin’s monument. Today a giant metronome dominates the scene and you may even catch it working, though, watching its pace is an experience for the true minimalists only.
When the weather lacks friendliness then I’m quite glad there are about fifty tearooms in Prague. Those places are often blends of styles and cultures, offering you water pipes along with a wide selection of teas and something vegetarian to bite into.
As a believer in conceptual art I pay quite regular visits to the Futura Gallery – a space which could actually be inspiring just on its own. What’s more there’s seldom anybody else to wander round that mostly subterranean labyrinth of showrooms, which is sad for the venue but highly appreciated by the soul.