My usual travel fatigue has yet to set in although maybe I’ve just bounced off the bottom from the Badalucco part.  Anyway we are full of enthusiasm for Prague.  I think the nice weather has helped.

We returned to the Old Town Square, passing through this lovely small square, called Little Square, with multi colored, highly decorated buildings:

We hung out in the the Old Town square, which is quite beautiful, and then headed to a Bruce Weber photography exhibit. It was so enjoyable!  A fashion photographer and film maker, he has a unique appreciation for the beauty of the human male.  There were many recognizable portraits that made us smile or just feel something special.  My favorite part was the short film “Liberty City is Like Paris to Me.”  Shot in Miami with exuberant colors, music and dance following the election of Obama, with significant poignancy delivered in the voice-over of Martin Luther King. Here are a few decent shots from the show:

Lunch was the next order of business.  We went to Lokal, recommended by “everyone.” It was not a great experience.  We are not sure what was happening, but it took forever for us to get any service and another forever for us to get our food.  The cabbage soup was really great!  The sausages were fine—Ken said they tasted like hot dogs.  I really liked the cucumber salad.  We shared a pork schnitzel with potato salad.  The thin pork cutlet is breaded and fried in butter, but it was really tough and difficult to cut. .  And we finally got a local beer which I thought was delicious.

We walked back home, but not without stopping in the Bakeshop for some sweets.

The State Opera house was our next destination.  We had tickets for the Romeo and Juliette ballet there.  The ballet was good.  I would give it a solid B, but the newly renovated theater was spectacular.  We had fabulous seats and each seat came with a little tablet which folded up to read the program:

One highlight of the evening was that a delightful, young woman sat beside me. After my friend Barbara couldn’t make it, I offered the Czech woman her seat to move up.  Speaking perfect English, we talked a lot about ballet in general and this production.  She, Rhadka, bought us prosecco at the intermission and walked part of the way home with us and we hugged goodbye.

Quite a full day for us.  And fun!