Thursday, April 19, 2012

Defenestrations and Self-Immolations: Easter in Prague

After some long days at work (particularly by Charlotte) we were well ready for a long weekend break in the Czech Republic. We arrived on Good Friday and were instantly relaxed. It took about an hour (on excellent public transport) to get to our hotel in the centre of town. We dropped our bags and headed out exploring. 


First stop: Wenceslaus Sq, named for the same chap as the Christmas carol and home to a number of significant events in Czech history. The stunning national museum building is right at the top of the square. It is closed for three years of renovations, so we were surprised to find concert tickets being sold in the foyer (more on that later).


Just in front of the museum is this memorial to Jan Palach and Jan Zajic, two young men who self-immolated in protest at the Soviet occupation of Czechoslovakia. Wikipedia explains:
In August 1968, the Soviet Union invaded Czechoslovakia to crush the liberalising reforms of Alexander Dubček's government during what was known as the Prague Spring. A group of Czech students including Palach made a suicide pact intending to sacrifice themselves in protest of the invasion. Prague-born Palach was the first to set himself on fire, in Wenceslas Square, on 16 January 1969.
It took another 40 years before the occupation ended, with the Velvet Revolution of 1989. The Communism museum (probably better described as the Anti-Communist Museum) which we visited on Sunday, provided a good description of the Czech Republic's history and the extent of the oppression as the Soviets tried to keep the country wrapped in the 'Iron Curtain'.


Wandering up Wenceslaus Square, (more of an oblong than a square) we picked up some delicious Czech bready, sugary, handmade snacks, rolled around a broomstick and heated on a fire. After getting a bit disoriented by the side streets and architecture, we got to Cafe Louvre. Charlotte had googled "best hot chocolate in Prague" and this was the result.


Though we don't have any comparison, it was pretty good. We stayed on for strudel, then a beer. It's such a great spot we came back every day. From there, we hit the tourist hotspot, the Vltava river and the Charles IV bridge over it. It's such a great spot, we came back every day. 


By then it was time for more food and we found a likely looking restaurant (selected on the basis that it served Goulash). I got a huge plate of meat (5 varieties), cabbage (2 varieties) and bread (2 varieties) while Charlotte went for a slightly more conservative one-meat meal. An accordion player kept us entertained.


On Saturday we headed via metro and tram, to Prague Castle. While very picturesque, it's a complete tourist trap filled with people queuing their way round various buildings. The first photo is St Vitus's Cathedral, the second is some very serious looking soldiers under some very serious looking statues.



One of the main points of history at the castle involves the first and second defenestrations, where people were thrown out of the windows. The first (15 town council members in 1419) was part of a protest for the release of political prisoners and the second (3 catholic advisors to the king, 1618) was a protest by protestants against a catholic takeover. In the first defenestration they all died (either from the fall or the subsequent beatings from the assembled crowd). In the second, a pile of manure cushioned the fall and they survived.



After a few hours there, it was time for more food and we found a restaurant with Goulash, a stern waiter and a goldfish pond set into the floor. Strange. We rounded out the daylight hours with another walk across the Charles Bridge and another Louvre hot choc. 


On Saturday night, we went to a classical music concert in the stairwell of the National Museum (much better than it sounds as the whole building is closed to the public and it a very grand stairwell, and with 6 musicians it sounded great), followed by a trip to Zizkov, a supposedly hip suburb in the East, although it was a bit quiet, when we were there. We did find a cool Czech pub, a downed a few tasty Czech beers, and found the Zizkov TV tower which has some David Cêrny baby sculptures crawling up it. 

We spent a cold Easter Sunday wandering the streets again. While we were up the Powder tower, one of the old defense towers for the Charles bridge, it was snowing lightly. So lightly, it's impossible to tell from these photos.


We also found another couple of David Cêrny sculptures. One has 2 statues urinating into a pool shaped like Czechoslovakia, writing poetry with the stream. 

The other is self explanatory. Sort of.


That night, we went out for a few cocktails and dinner in Zizkov. On Monday we went for more hot chocolate, then to the Child of Prague church (where we bought a tacky porcelain Baby Jesus for the mantelpiece), before heading for the airport and a beer.

Thursday, April 12, 2012

The perils of internet shopping

We wanted 2 cans of coconut cream....

Irish fashion

The grey hooded tracksuit is very much 'in' this season, especially amongst the teenage hooligan jet set.

Friday, April 6, 2012

We're in Prague

Charlotte, and the Charles bridge on the left. General Praguey things on the right.

Wednesday, April 4, 2012

Guest Post: Saint Patrick's long weekend

Thanks to Jack for this post...


Having learnt that Paris was to be overrun with communists for the weekend, I thought best to wait them out in quiet Dublin. After an ear-grating hour aboard RYANAIR (which is read as it is written), I walked through customs only to find the first arrivals of what was to be another monchromatic crowd boarding shuttles to descend.

After meeting Mark, Charlotte, Nicola and Tim at the 'Tart with the Cart,' we headed home in the first few minutes of Saint Patrick's day.

With the arrival of Anna and Melia, we headed down to Patrisk/Saint Nicholas Street to watch the parade, which included marching bands, rainbow dancers and a bicycle-dragon hybrid.

























I don't understand the relevance of this wheelchair-bound rhinoceros either, but I enjoyed it.


Fortunately, we finished our parade-watching and lunching just in time to find sufficient seats watch Ireland get slaughtered at the pub.

Yer man looking less optimistic after the third English try.

The luck of the Irish was with us again for dinner, scoring a window table to watch the crowds slowly degenerate. Later on, it was off to further pubs for further music, the highlight of which was a fiddle and guitar duo, which whipped the paddies (and us) into a jigging frenzy.


So concluded the best St. Patrick's day I've ever had.

Sunday saw us visiting Dublin's excellent dead zoo, with details not only of the animal's taxonomy and habitat, but also who shot it. Even the proboscis monkey (apparently a spitting image of President Michael Higgins) appears to have been contrived into its most ferocious pose.
A ferris wheel ride gave a superb and mildly terrifying view of the city.

Our final day was spent on a country outing in Wicklow. Following a hearty lunch at the famous Johnny Fox's café, a republican hideout in the days of Daniel O'Connell, we visited the 7th century Monastic city at Glendalough. The view and buildings were splendid.

While I've barely touched the surface of Ireland, I had a terrific time, thanks to the wonderful hospitality of Mark, Charlotte and friends. Thanks very much. Sure it's grand!