Everyone I told was so excited to hear that I was going to Prague: The beauty! The architecture! The beauty and the architecture! And neither disappointed. But I still left feeling like I was missing… something.
My guide, Elena*– possibly the most passionate person about a city you could ever meet – gave me stories of royalty and wars, tales of neighbourhoods and historic characters; yet I just couldn’t connect with Prague. This, the city that escaped being bombed during World War II to preserve its oldest (and some crazy pretty) buildings…
I had met an American traveller named Cory – a young, ex-army guy from small town Texas – who had almost the same travel path as me: we left Amsterdam on the same train, met back up in Berlin, I continued onto Prague a day earlier than him, we just missed each other in Budapest, and then he curled around and headed northwest while I continued onto Romania.
When we met up in Prague, he had clearly gone gaga for the city in less than an afternoon, and I clearly hadn’t, which we debated over dinner in a tiny, hole-in-the-wall café filled with only Czech conversations.
“It’s more than I thought it would be,” he said.
“It’s nothing more than I thought it would be,” I replied.
Not even Frank Gehry’s Dancing House (see photo below) could woo me to Prague’s charm. (Although woo me in general it did – have you ever seen such a beautiful modern building?)
So, what gives? Don’t get me wrong, I really liked Prague, it was very pretty, but has anyone else not fallen in love at first sight with the city?
You will love the photos below, I hope.