Czech, mate

Prague is an old city. Another one. 

With an old town at its core. Another one. 

While Switzerland reminds us a lot of the South Island (on steroids), Prague puts us back into historic Iberia.

Lots of history which always seems to end with the church outlawing other religions. Opponents must either convert, or be outcast, imprisoned or killed.

The Catholic Church may not behave this way any more, but the behavior has been adopted in the political arena around the world.

We are staying in the middle of Old Town, directly opposite one of Prague's tourist attractions.

Every hour, a crowd forms, rain or shine, to watch this display.

So, is that worth all of the crowds every hour? I doubt it.

To be honest, the one in the Black Forest was better, but what do I know?

All over these Old Towns are cobblestoned streets and footpaths. It’s like living in bloody Corro St!!

Centuries ago, these cobbles rang to the clip-clip of horses hooves as the sole means of non-foot transport.

Today you hear that exact sound again. This time, it’s from the dozens of Samsonites, Delseys and Rimowas making their way between bus, taxi and train stations to and from the hotels and AirBnBs dotting every Old Town in Europe.

Our hotel is an old one, with peculiar floorplans.

We’re in the attic up the back, and because we’re in an old square, vehicles can’t drop off or pick up at the door, adding to the challenges. 

We went to a tour of Prague Castle, a complex of old buildings. 

Just to add to the fun, the uber had the wrong address, and dropped us halfway up a hill. Foolishly, I assumed our destination was at the top of the hill, so we started walking. 

After a couple of minutes, I had a closer look at Google Maps. We turned around and started walking down the hill. All part of the fabric.

Our guide was a somewhat deranged little person. I’ll call her Darlene.

Took a boat ride up the river for a different perspective.