Day 3 & 4

A few more thoughts as we wait for our ride to the train station to take us to Nuremberg. I can't believe I forgot to mention the wonderful concert we went to yesterday! It was a trio with oboe, violin, and piano, in a lovely church right on the Old Town Square. Playing a bit of Mozart, Dvorak, and Bach, the sound echoed through the stately sanctuary. The musicians were quite talented, and Jan the oboest, also played English horn.  I took a short movie of them playing Paige, so you can check out your Czech competition! Pam has been taking oboe lessons again & enjoyed watching Jan play. I've never seen an oboest (is that the right word?) play with a strap to help hold his instrument up!

If you have ever considered visiting Prague, I highly recommend it.  It's a lovely old world city, loaded with history that we Americans just can't comprehend. Every street in Old Town section is cobblestone - large ones for the street, smaller 3" squares for the sidewalks. It's all beautifully done.  

John Lennon Peace Wall. Started in 1980 after John Lennon was killed, then morphed into anti communism protest space.  Jane & Pam take photos, Frank becomes immortal in Prague.

The Czech people seem proud to show off their city, and seem mighty tolerant of all the crowds. Nearly everyone speaks a little English, but seem delighted if you've bothered to learn even a few Czech phrases. Most restaurants offer meat & potatoes, you'd be hard pressed to find many vegetarian meals. But the beer is outstanding! We've gotten better at figuring the Czech koruna or crown, we used the Rick Steve's method of dividing in half and dropping a zero. Today we will switch to Euros!

I also see my Day 1 entry never posted - who knows where it is in cyberspace. Obviously we made it here just fine, although I left the camera on the plane.  Who thought I would be one of those idiots, but I thought Frank had it, and he thought I had it.  I had slipped it into his pocket behind the seat, and he pulled out the only think he was in there, and I didn't even remember I had put it there.  It took me awhile once in Prague to remember where I had put it - but I've been beating myself up ever since.  At least I didn't lose it at the end of the trip!

The padlocks are a form of graffiti the "kids" are doing these days.  At least it doesn't ruin what's underneath, and it looks pretty cool.