Sunday night produced a great “last supper” with our travel gang atop the Intercontinental Hotel’s 9th floor – Roachs, Strohmeyers, Stewarts and one Joe Miller. Marilyn Miller, our opera buff, who attended a special performance missed out on this one. Fine cuisine, excellent service, the lights coming on across the city and a spectacular fireworks display from somewhere south of us. Wonder if it was the Lady GaGa concert?
Earlier in the day, we took off to walk along the Vltava River (also called the Moldau on some maps) and spied this Thai Restaurant and Music Club on the Castle side. Is this Dave and Tai Pearson following us again? As we stroll, we can see that famous huge Castle across the way with many Sunday boats carrying tourists from near and far.
Prague has many native “sons”…one of them is Dvorak..he of New World Symphony fame. Here’s his statue along with another less well-known man, who has attracted a pigeon to his head.
The Charles Bridge is closed to traffic, but flooded with people – tourists, bands, prayer-beggars, artists and some fine river, City and Castle views. The statue of Charles greets you along with an imposing entry gate.
Here are some of the many sights and folks we encountered on the Charles Bridge.
Here’s a statue pointing to make sure you don’t miss the Castle again.
And, in the river waterfall above the bridge, the tour boat rides end with a view back to the Charles Bridge.
The Milers had walked this route before we did and they found the Four Seasons – they have a knack for decadence. Lady Gaga was staying there and 100 of her fans were waiting and singing outside the main entry….very well-behaved.
As we walked back to the hotel after our calm and luxe luncheon experience, there were still an amazing number of tour boats out there on the Vltava.
And, here’s a saint who has followed us through most every town along the Danube and now this river…his name is John and his story is a great legend. He refused to tell a king what his queen said in the Confessional. The king threatened him and then had him thrown in the river (which river, I cannot remember) as his punishment. His tongue, which did not share his confidential secrets, is supposedly preserved in a church somewhere in Europe.
We cannot tell all the stories of what went on here for the past week. Some funny stuff has been shared and some has been kept secret by each of us. You know what they say, “What happens on the Avalon ship, stays on the ship.” Here’s just one photo of naughty Joe and his accomplice as they got into art appreciation in Prague.
That’s it for now. Thanks for going along on the trip with us and we wish you all fair winds and sunshine.