Back along the cobblestones for a wander through the wine and cheese market. Had a lovely lunch beside the market with another talented busker playing Bohemian Rhapsody. It is so quiet down here along the river. The majority of tourists are funny creatures that never leave the tourist streets. They don’t seem to process that just one street over there is a far more pleasant world.
It would be really easy to fall asleep in the sun. The locals are snoozing in the sun and there are lots of dogs and well behaved small people. The weather is gorgeous, but after my great lunch of cheese and rose, I guess I should walk. Tempting though to spend the whole afternoon, sipping wine, with the strains of Queen in my ears, and dogs bounding around this oh so pleasant park. But, I need a history lesson.
I wandered through the Jewish Quarter, and the old Jewish cemetery. Caught between two synagogues, the graves are stacked on top of each other, sometimes twelve deep. The stories in the Prague Jewish Museum and the synagogues are hard to hear. The massive collection of artifacts, ironically, was collected by the Nazis, who wanted to create a museum of a destroyed race. The buildings have gone up around the many synagogues, but the whole area feels so important, in what has been a long and difficult history. Amidst the beauty of Prague, there are some signs of a complex history and current tension. As I wandered back through the major square, there were some peaceful protests that reminds one of the current challenges right across this region.
Sleeping under the stars 