Prague

This is our third attempt to visit Prague; each time before, something happened to stop us, so third time lucky. We're staying in the centre of the old town, just off the Old Town Square, which is lovely; on arrival we had a potter round to  get orientated and saw the astrological clock. I liked Death turning over his hour glass. You have to remind yourself how very old it is. 

Hotel Rott - a success.

Today, we crossed the Charles Bridge and set off for the castle. Prague is pretty busy, with large parties of young people milling around, and although it is quite chilly, we are not glad to be here in summer.

On the way to the castle we got distracted by Saint Nicholas Church, and went in for a look round. It is rococo; it's unbelievable elaborate, with a plethora of enormous sculptures all covered in gold. The ceiling was interesting because it's frescoed with a trompe l'oeil effect that was truly remarkable. It was genuinely difficult to tell what was a feature of the architecture and what was just painted. The organ was staggering; it was covered with massive golden cherubs and angels playing instruments. Phil and I wandered about muttering to each other.

"Have you seen that ? "

"Yes, hideous, isn't it?"

I'm not sure how much  church  visiting we're likely to do here, as they are virtually all rococo or baroque, and there seems to be a penchant for bones and reliquaries. We did make a rapid tour of the Loreto, which was not quite as bad as Saint Nicholas as a building, but had a treasury full of monstrosities, with unbelievable quantities of diamonds and other jewels. One thing the Loreto had, though, which made the visit worthwhile, was a statue of a crucified bearded lady. The sculptor used a real dress and a real hair beard. Apparently it was some saint who prayed to preserve her virginity, and got given a beard. She was crucified by her own father, for reasons which escaped me. It was horribly funny, as though Conchita Wurst had had a stroke of inspiration for a music video.

It was quite a haul up to the castle, but well worth it. All around are large palaces of the noble families, now galleries or government offices or embassies, and there are wide squares and lots of gardens. The old Royal Palace was the best bit; it still had the huge tiled stoves, actually working, which was nice as the cathedral was freezing. There is a magnificent great hall with a most unusual vaulted stone ceiling, very impressive. 

Tiled Stove

There is a replica of the crown of the kingdom of Bohemia on show. Because the crown is so old, the stones are not cut, but they are huge. Best of all you can see the actual window of the second Defenestration of Prague which started the Thirty Years' War. It's a long way down, they were lucky to survive.

Apse window, St Vitus'

St Vitus' Cathedral is Gothic and has a beautiful soaring nave. It's not too cluttered and for some reason it was not finished completely until 1929, so the windows are by relatively modern Czech artists, including one by Alphons Mucha, which was lovely, but I thought that all the windows were superb. The ancient Kings of Bohemia were crowned the kings here, and there is a special pulpit with a private way in from the royal residence. 

The "Golden Lane" consists of tiny houses, originally for the musketeers guarded the castle. Some are on display as they were used at various times, which was interesting s they gave you a bit of a course on Czech history.

In the evening, We had tickets for the opera (the internet is a wonderful thing!). It was Verdi's Otello, with Jose Cura in the title role, and Czech singers, Paul Vykopalova and Richard Haan, as Desdemona and Iago. They were brilliant, all of them. The love scene was piercingly beautiful.

We had brought` smart clothes for the opera, and it was an uncomfortable walk over the cobbles in high heels, which I don't like wearing at the best of times,  but the opera house is just at the far end of Wenceslas Square, so it was not worth taking public transport. And I still felt quite dowdy. There were plenty of men in black tie, and women in evening gowns, so I felt a day dress did not really cut the mustard. We might have been OK in the gods, but the seats were so cheap, by British standards, that we were in the stalls. Luckily, Vykopalova is young and attractive, and Otello is Meant to be older. Sometimes, though, at the opera, it pays to be further from the stage.