Bohemia

My dinner last night was Mr. Krpacs pork cutlet with garlic, ham, bacon, egg, onion, chilli, and a side of potato pancakes (from the English menu that Czech establishments have on hand) in a small spartanly decorated restaurant called U Bulinu. Patrons sit at long tables that seat six or eight. Ben had a dinner that was equally substantial.


My flight from Newark to Paris was uneventful and I managed (with the help of the poor man's sleep aid, Dramamine, a couple of glasses of complimentary wine with dinner, ear plugs, eyeshades, and blow up neck pillow) to fall asleep for a few hours, maybe even four. My transfer to Czech airlines for the hop to Prague was tense, what, with negotiating a shuttle bus and another run through security, but I made it to the gate with minutes to spare.

Prague was left intact during WWII unlike many of the other great cities of Europe, so there are lots of old and newer things to look at. Here are some pictures.