whoops...i slept in til 1230 today. Last night we saw France lose ("Pourquoi Zinedane!!!") at a bar around the corner. Really cheap beer called Hooegarten(sp?) and good service. Man, that beer was good though. Then we went to a club which was having reggae/dub/rocksteady. Lots of different people from various places. Music was average, we left when the dj started singing over his records with a Jamaicain accent. He was obviously from Prague and very white. Today, we wandered to the outskirts of the city again, found a neat little cafe/bookstore. Amy and I are very much ready to move on. We leave tomorrow for Berlin. Which will be nice. Tonight, it has been very laidback. We have been just hanging out. We are going to go to a small little family owned bar/restaurant later. Final impressions of Prague: a strange, neat little town that is extremely wonderful to look at and wander around in. However, the people we have encountered have been very hit or miss as have the clubs/bars. If you want cheap beer and decent people then leave Prague 1 and watch out for dog crap when you do. Its everywhere. I suggest Prague 2 or 3(by the way this is the way the areas are divided up). But in the end, I have succumbed to the fact that Prague is turning very much into any other big city. Malls, McDonalds, tourist traps, etc. Fortunately, most of the city still looks like no place I have ever been.
2 comments:
Glad you're having a good time. Dude Berlin is so awesome you don't even know! AHHHHH!!!
I'm going there for New Years. After you're visit, you'll wanna come.
Grant
okay, nevermind the myspace comment. I guess I CAN leave witty and insightful messages here. Too bad I don't have anything witty and insightful to say.
I like your pictures.
From the Cuban restaurant where I was sitting, through the growing crowd of spectators who gathered around the open window to watch the final game, I could see the lower right corner of the big screen TV at the bar across the street. I was in Little Italy, but in my heart I was rooting for France. After the game, there were Vespa-riding, bullhorn-wielding Italians tearing up and down the streets and little old Italian ladies waving flags from their laundry strewn balconies.
hearts and puppies.
K
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