Day 8: Prague

An uncharacteristic early start was the introduction to our day in Prague. I was woken to the smell of bacon and eggs and orange. Mollie had cooked us breakfast. Best. Girlfriend. Ever. Literally, I was so full and ready, we were out of the apartment by 9:15, and ready to hit the city big style. And so we did.

We started by heading to the Wallenstein Garden, part of the grounds of the Wallenstein palace, built by, guess who, Albrecht Von Wallenstein. Unfortunately, he only got to live in it a year, before he was assassinated in a place called Cheb. Poor Albrecht. Anyway, his gardens were very pretty, even though the statues had silly names, like the classics 'Man, Dog and Boy' and 'Centaur fights Hunter'. 

Next on the list, Prague Castle, or in Czech, the Prazsky Hrad (insert some accents above a few letters, the keyboard don't have 'em). It promised amazing views over the city, and after a long hill/stair climb, that's exactly what we got. The view was almost as stunning as the breakfast we'd had earlier, and to fully take it in, I decided to have my first beer of the day at a respectable 10:30. I'd earned it. We took in the views, the sun and the beer for an hour or so, before we headed across to the Petrin Hill, which was basically a huge park, and of course, as a hill, there were more steps. This was again lovely and romantic, if not tiring. At the top of the hill is a lookout, which some Czechs compare to the Eiffel Tower, although I wouldn't say they were synonymous. Anyway, we then walked down the other side of the hill and found a nice sunny spot to sunbathe for a bit 

After that, lunch, which was a happy affair at Joy Burger and Grill. Obviously we had burgers, and another beer to boot, two by 2 is brave by any standards! After that, it was home for a siesta, it was nearing 30 degrees, which is unreasonable temperature for some Brits. 

Post siesta we headed back into town, where we visited Wenceslas Square, named after the Saint. This is in Prague's 'new town', founded in the 14th century by King Charles of Bohemia, so it's not really very new. Discrepancy of age aside, it was a lovely boulevard, with yet another sephora, and lots of restaurants too, Mollie was in fantasy land. We strolled for a bit, before heading back, where we picked up a snack dinner, and ate secret crisps and chocolate, netflixed and crashed.

Fin.