Prague is such a gem. Never have I seen such architecture! I am told that when Hitler marched in, they just surrendered and saved their city in doing so. It didn't get bombed to smithereens like so many others though many other terrible things happened. Such is war. I walked for days marvelling at the baroque, nouveau, gothic and baroque buildings. Each day we crossed the bridge and passed a different configuration of musicians, complete with a washboard, playing Satchmo's "Wonderful World".
We took a bus to Kutna Hora, an old mining town, to see an ossuary. There was a time, centuries ago, that people were buried in churches. When it went out of mode, or maybe got too crowded, there was the problem of what to do with all those bones. One cathedral cemented them into the walls and the other made nifty but gory arrangements and charge tourists to see them.
There was a little cafe where the local workmen were going for their lunch so we joined them. It was very small and the food was on display, cafeteria style. We each pointed to our choice. When Adam pointed, the lady behind the counter stepped back, frowned, shook her head and sort of rubbed her stomach. It seemed she was telling us it was tripe and he likely wouldn't like it. He took the hint and chose another dish. When we left, I reached over the counter as she was busy writing out a ticket, and plunked down a magnet. She looked up and smiled and we left.
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| Dem bone, dem bones... |
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