There are places you would visit time and time again, because you liked them once and you just know you`d always like them (in my case, Berlin) and places you visit just out of curiosity. Prague was on the curiosity list.
A nice mixture of Germanic and Slavic, of medieval streets and communist-style buildings, which, at a first glance, reminded me of home – this is how the city appeared to me.
Without any pre-reading (about what to do, what to see, where to eat etc.), we`ve discovered Prague step by step (only took the tram once), in a quite natural rhythm.
It was a very nice coincidence to go to some places that we`ve enjoyed a lot and then find out that they were actually on the must-see list of the city.
Cafe Savoy, for example, is one of the most recommended places to go while in Prague, with its high ceiling, 2 levels, big windows and excellent food. I asked one of the waiters if the jam was house made (because it tasted exactly like those made by my grandmother, a bit sour – like a fruit naturally tastes) and he replied proudly that “We make everything in house, we don`t buy anything from outside.” I guess there must have been an orchard somewhere in the basement! 🙂
When we wanted to have dinner in a cozy little restaurant, with traditional Czech food and a good glass of red wine, we chose a place situated on the hill going towards the castle, across the Romanian Embassy, on the street called Nerudova. I`m going to say the name of the resturant because being there that night was an incredible beautiful experience: U Tri Houslicek. And, again, it was luck that brought us there.
Of course, there is more to Prague than just food! But, before that, I need to mention about the Christmas Market, which meant, besides others, backed chestnuts, Glühwein, lángos, kürtőskalács and a whole lot more for those eating meat, not my case.
Talking about other things in Prague, I have to mention about my favourite store: Manufaktura – the absolute paradise of mugs, plates, vanilla creams and other goodies.
But what I liked the most while in the city was to simply walk down its cobbled streets, cross its bridges, watch the red trams passing by and looking at the people: at the older ones, because they reminded me so much of the people I left at home and at the young ones, because, somehow, they reminded me of my own childhood in Romania.