Last day in Prague

This is our last day in Prague and unfortunately, Bridget was not feeling well. We got up and tried to get some crepes but they weren't open yet. Instead, we are at hotel then headed to the cutest bakery in Prague. It's just around the corner from Charles bridge. I'll give you better directions if you decide to come. And you should if only for the cookies and the bridge. 

After getting cookies we went window shopping until Bridget was too sick to stand. She rushed back to the hotel while  Brian Brook and I hiked the clock tower for some panoramic majesty. For lunch we went tourist native. That means we are at street vendors that cater to tourists, speak English, and accept euros or Czech kronor. We are Kielbasa (no idea how to spell it) it's a smoked pork sausage which is so greasy, it's a beverage and a food at the same time. We also ate a hash of cabbage, potatoes, and ham all cooked in a steel kettle. Man it was really good. I couldn't eat it all. After our stomachs had made more room, we got crepes from a wood fired creperie. It was heaven in food cart form. 

After lunch I checked on Bridget who needed a rest, a nap, and zofran. I got her crackers and sprite and explored more of the city alone. I met a really drunk homeless man. He liked his liquor in beg bottles. Didn't know they sold two liters of liquor. And in plastics. 

Brian Brook and I went on a walking tour of the legends of Prague. I'll give the nickel version here. So after reading this you all owe me a nickel. I put in a lot of work for this dang it. 

Actually all these legends are on line and in pamphlet form. 

Here is the view from our really fancy hotel. 

This is the cutest gingerbread shop ever. The ladies running it are really sweet and patient with letting us look over the whole store. 

Here's another picture of the clock. The guide says it dates to 1410 but the stuff I've read says 1490. Either way it predates Columbus. 

This is inside the tower above the clock. Impressive 500 year old mosaic. 

View from the tower. 

My other favorite church in Prague. The church of the lady of Tyn.  

St Vitus in the castle. 

Yummy lunch. In the park. Sad thing was I threw 1/3 away. Some homeless guy ran up pulled it out of the trash and shared it with his friends. I just couldn't eat that much more grease. 

 I didn't throw anymore food away after that. This crepe was so good. 

The crepe artist her self and another discerning tourist. 

We actually got to watch the clock tower. I'll try to post it on YouTube when I get back. You really need to check it out. So cool and pictures just don't do it justice. 

On the hour. All 12 apostles appear in the windows. I captured a few on phone. 

This little skeleton dude keeps shaking his bell. I'm not sure if that is a symbol that time is measured by mortals so use what you can or just a way to get people to pay attention. Any time a skeleton does something, you should pay attention.  

Medieval apostles are creepy. 

Look what I found!

View across bridge. And some bearded bald guy. 

This picture taken from the only beach in Prague. It was covered in goose poop. 

This was my church watching buddy. He reminds me of Galveston. 

Me on my bench with my buddy. 

Ok so here's the story. This kid was being roust on this church built in 1200. The kid would not shut up and be quiet. A guy told him to be quiet. He ridiculed the man so the man cursed him. And turned him to stone. See him on corner of church. 

Mozart stayed here a couple times. 

Czechs love Mozart. Here is the oldest surviving, Mozart playing venue in the world. 

This is cubism in architecture. It was built on the spot of an old building called black virgin. They have a statue on the right of a black Mary and Jesus. 

This is St. James church. It has the coolest story. There was a thief who stayed in church over night to rob the place. Once it was dark and locked he went about stealing what he could. He got close to the alter and the Virgin Stone Mary grabbed his hand and held on so tightly he couldn't get out. The next morning the told everyone what happened. They couldn't get him out so they called the executionor who cut off his arm. It now hangs from chains in the cathedral. 

This is the Jesuit chapel. When they were asked to leave Prague, they weren't allowed to take anything. So they hid the gold in the walls. No ones ever found it all. 

Rumor is the Angels transported this synagogue from Israel. 

Good night from Prague.