First off, yes, I saw the Charles Bridge where (spoiler alert) Jon Voigt faked his own death in Mission Impossible I. It felt too crowded for him to get away with it, but maybe everyone clears out at night.
For anyone reading this that knows Prague, my hotel is a few blocks away from the TV tower with half a dozen metal statues of babies crawling up the side. The hotel is a quaint family run place and my room has globe with the Soviet Union on it (which I find odd). Did you know that the Czech word for Africa is AFRIKA? HAHAHA. Silly language.
The city is of course very beautiful. Strolling around is almost enough by itself (and no open-container law!). I've seen Prague castle (big), old town square (sleepy homeless people), climbed the fake effiel tower on the hillside (vertigo), got lost in a forest (don't ask) and I think I'm developing my first blister (joy...).
And now I'm off to go find some dinner. Maybe goulash?
PS: Abraham, if you are reading this, Esperanza Spalding is playing Prague next week. You should swing by.
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