After four days in Prague (Praha), we’re moving on; to Kutná Hora, to be precise.
I’m very sad to be leaving Prague, I have to say. It’s the only city I’ve ever been to that I like as much or more than Amsterdam. My mind is already wandering, imagining having a second home here. I thought I liked Paris a lot, but this place takes the biscuit. It’s like Paris in many ways, but much more unassuming.
On the other hand, there’s a sense of raging progress here, as the city forges ahead, making up for the time lost under communism. Prague is up-and-coming in some ways, has already decidedly arrived in others. It’s vibrant and bold, yet subtle and bashful. All things to everyone, I challenge anyone to come here and be unaffected by the place. How could anyone want to leave, once they had sampled the confluence of historic streams that lend Prague its uniquely characterful blend of historic perspective and wild, youthful optimism?
The unrestrained nightlife; the beautiful girls; the endless exploration of a classical, unpretentious city, teeming with back alleys, home to irresistibly furnished cafés and eateries, tucked away, just out of sight. The city is rediscovering itself, assuming its rightful place as a premier European capital, one to be seriously reckoned with.
It makes one wish to be two decades younger, footloose and fancy free again. What a splendid place to experience a mid-life crisis.