Prague Blog

Right after Christmas we spent a day in Prague with some friends.

Don't you want to slap my mouth when I say that? "Yeah, we just buzzed over to Prague. Whatever. (*eye roll and wristy wave of hand*)" But guess what? You can't slap me! Cuz I'm way over here by Prague, and you're, like, wherever you are that's not here! But I'll make you a deal. If you fly over here and are in my presence for more than two seconds, I will let you slap me in the mouth. But until then, and probably after then, and likely even during the slap itself, I will continue to annoyingly rub your noses in the fact that I live within driving distance of Prague.

We'll likely be making a few more treks to this beautiful city, so I won't exhaust it in this one entry. But I did want to share a few photos with you so that A. you can be jealous and B. my primary censor and editor Jake will get off my back about American Dresdner needing to get out of the apartment.

So, here we go! Among the things everyone should see in Prague is the cathedral in the palace.


Horror-movie-tastic! You should go inside, too. Here are some of the things you'll see there:


That's the only really touristy thing we're going to look at today. We'll visit more next time. Now, we're going to look at some weird things that brought me joy. Like this awesome sculpture:


And my former employer raking in the korunas:


While our friends drove on to Austria, we had to hop a train back home, and ended up having to wait it out for a couple of hours in the freezing, dilapidated Prague train station. Here are some things we saw there:


But here was one of the sweetest parts of the whole day for me. We were wandering the train station, killing time, and feeling a little disgruntled after using the train station's rather unsettling public restrooms (the men have to relieve themselves on a wall with dirty water trickling down it and the women don't get the option of using toilet paper — thank heaven I had a pocket pack of tissues, but let's not dwell on this), when we discovered this:

There was some sort of thrift store situation occupying several massive rundown art nouveau halls at one out-of-the-way end of the train station.


I've been to lots of thrift stores, but I've never seen anything like this. Thrift stores are supposed to be in basements and garages and unfinished warehouses. Right? This was some kind of surreal dream.

I'm a big fan of thrift stores. I have been since I was in middle school. I love the hunt and I love imagining the stories behind all these weird clothes and weird things. Some people are squeamish about wearing something a stranger once owned, but I kind of like it. Jake's got a cousin who's a fellow thrift store hound who suggested to me once that maybe clothes can be haunted by their former wearers. I've gotten a kick out of that idea ever since she mentioned it to me. And if ever thrift store clothes were haunted, I think these would be.

So, naturally, I had to take a few home.



JEM