We’re beginning to get our bearings in this town. Our walk to the river takes us by many beautiful buildings and statues in the Staré Město, or the Old Town.
Charles Bridge
The Charles Bridge is among the most famous bridges in the world, and may be the most photographed. The span was constructed between 1357 and 1402 under King Charles IV, King of Bohemia and Holy Roman Emperor. It is now merely a pedestrian bridge, no longer burdened with vehicles, and is protected by three tall fortification towers on either end (it has two on one end). It’s beloved for its thirty Baroque-style statues which adorn the span. During the day it is jammed with tourists who fight for space with vendor’s kiosks, musicians, and street performers—one does not cross the bridge for the view, the bridge’s adornments and activities are sufficient to capture one’s attention.
Malá Strana
The bridge connects the Old Town with the Malá Strana, or “Lesser Quarter.” The Malá Strana is a small section of the city nestled between the castle and the hilltop park to the south.
One of the landmarks of the Malá Strana is St. Nicholas Church. Located here in the late 1200s, the current Baroque structure dates from the 18th century. It is known for its stunning frescos and large, green dome.
Petrin Hill
After lunch, which consisted of a cabbage, bacon, potato, cheese crepe, some Kenyan beans, and a beer, we took the funicular up to Petřín Hill. This hilltop park rises over 400 feet and affords views of the city and its surrounding countryside. Sitting atop the hill is the Petřín Tower, a steel-frame tower built for the 1891 Prague Exposition. Inspired by the Eiffel Tower, Petřín is much smaller, and has an octagonal base instead of the square footprint of Eiffel.
On the north side of the hill, there is a path that descends through the woods and on the other side of which there are views of the city and nearby castle.
So many sundials
Permit me a brief aside, Prague is a city of sundials. Here are a few:
Evening
We hoofed it back to the hotel and sat in the courtyard with a cold pint. In the evening we ate at a Bohemian restaurant called Kolkovna. It’s a rollicking, pub-like atmosphere with a very active bar. I ate the “Moravian Sparrow,” which was roast pork with red and white cabbage and soft, doughy bread, along with the national drink—beer.
It’s Saturday night in Prague, and the streets are filled with people. We went out for an evening stroll. Suzanne and I stayed out till midnight taking photos.