Prague photos and text by Corey Amaro
Our goal for the day was to aimlessly walk throughout Prague, our biggest decision was whether to turn right or left at whatever crossroad we encountered. Prague is a manageable city on foot, plus the undeniable wealth of architecture and history never ceases to encourage one to walk just another block, and another… our feet where worn off somewhere on the opposite end of the city. When the sky subtly started to change, adding a new dimension of texture and color (I imagined that winter must be stunningly beautiful), we walked on heeding not the undeniable reality of rain.
Music poured up from the cobble stone sidewalk , bringing our attention to a funky restaurant nestled in a basement.. we went on down and sat along the bar as the tables were full (to me that is sure sign that a restaurant must be good).
The menu which offered everything under the sun and then some. Menus intimidate French Husband, he rarely reads them let alone picks something to eat, instead he leaves that task to me. I on the other hand, taste each word of a menu with detectable pleasure, licking up the possibility to select the different plates and decide where they will go when I see them come out from the kitchen.
As we ate at Bar Bar a refreshing cool breeze blew in through the street level windows, after the long hot day it seemed fitting to be underground, after wearing off our feet wandering through art galleries and strange off the beaten track places.
Somewhere between the cold beer, the Beatle's music playing and the
anchovy pasta it started to rain. We took it as a cue to order another
round of homemade, beer-batter, onion rings.
The rain did not stop, instead it teased us… or maybe in was the beer, or maybe it was the onion rings, but whatever it was, we felt the three elements teasing us to run back through the dark, abandoned streets to the hotel room.
So we did. Exhilarating! Soaking wet and laughing….
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