The second day I set out on
another route, along the river to the National Theatre, then across to Mala
Strana, the area below the castle on the same side of the river.
The Narodni Divadlo, or National Theatre |
This is
equally as charming as Stare Mesto, and in some ways more so. When looking for
late eighteenth century streets and buildings in which to shoot scenes for the
film Amadeus, Milos Forman chose this section of Prague, not Vienna, where the
action is set.
A small, curving street in Mala Strana |
But what of that? While not
the wealthiest of tourists, I am much more able to enjoy myself than my
unidentifiable peasant predecessors would ever have been.
Na Kampe |
In fact I had such a good
wander that I needed to hurry just a bit to get back to Stare Mesto in time to
grab a bite to eat before the opera!
I had thought to get
something at the Christmas Market, but it was so crowded that I didn’t want to
fight the crowds. I’ve also learned in the past not to take the hustlers working
in front of restaurants along Staromestke Namesti up on their offer for a good
meal. They seat you in a friendly manner and immediately forget you, and when
you wave for a menu ten minutes later they do their best to ignore you. So I
marched away from the square and towards the theatre, and on the way found a
more modest place that was pleasant if not perfect for a pre-theatre lunch.
I chose well in the
restaurant, poorly in the lunch. I have been wanting to try the traditional
Christmas Eve dinner of fish soup followed by carp and potato salad. But of
course instead of eating it on Christmas Eve, a day of fast and
abstinence in a Catholic country, I decided to have it on Christmas Day. And with two-thirds of it I was not disappointed. The fish soup was delicious, and a perfect way to warm up from two hours of trodding around in very cold and somewhat windy, wet weather. But the main course was more food than I’d bargained for and less tasty than I’d hoped. Carp, I had guessed when reading about it, might be an acquired taste. Let’s just say I did not acquire it on this occasion. I got through about half of it – dark and very “fishy” with bones throughout. A few bits were good, and I had few more than that. The potato salad was gigantic and while better than the carp only fairly good. Washing it all down with Staropramen helped immsensely however, and the dessert, Christmas Stollen, was the highlight of the meal.
abstinence in a Catholic country, I decided to have it on Christmas Day. And with two-thirds of it I was not disappointed. The fish soup was delicious, and a perfect way to warm up from two hours of trodding around in very cold and somewhat windy, wet weather. But the main course was more food than I’d bargained for and less tasty than I’d hoped. Carp, I had guessed when reading about it, might be an acquired taste. Let’s just say I did not acquire it on this occasion. I got through about half of it – dark and very “fishy” with bones throughout. A few bits were good, and I had few more than that. The potato salad was gigantic and while better than the carp only fairly good. Washing it all down with Staropramen helped immsensely however, and the dessert, Christmas Stollen, was the highlight of the meal.
The highlight of the meal - yum! |
Boxes at the Estates Theater |
In the
Estates, particularly when listening to Mozart, it is very simple indeed to
imagine oneself present back in the eighteenth century, as little has been
changed, though much restored. And of course while electric light works wonders
on stage, in an auditorium such as this one it is somewhat garish – one can’t
have everything, however, and what I was given was more than enough!
The company managed to churn
through this opera in exactly three hours, which left me a full hour to wander
about before my dinner reservation.
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The tourists were having a great time, especially when the old accordianist
popped out and regaled them with Strauss waltzed and the Beer Barrel Polka –
cheers and applause throughout – except for the man at the solo table. It
wasn’t a bad meal, and the situation was more humorous than anything else,
but…let’s just say I’ve eaten better in Prague!
After that I walked quickly
back to the hotel and again busied myself with blogging and photo-shopping and
what-not. An interesting if imperfect Christmas Day. But then is Christmas Day
ever perfect?
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