New girl in the old city...in the city of thousand spires.... When I landed in this city, I was an absolute novice with a little fear in heart of how this place is going to welcome me. But within a week this place became so close to my heart ; i have already started missing it. Prague, stands tall with its glorious historic past, with all its aura. Had some sleepless nights, food-less noons; the wanderlust inside me drove me crazy. It feels quite weird that i have walked for more than 60 hours in these last 1 week... strolled crazily in its historical lanes,the hard cobbled lanes.. smelled every bit of its history. I was struck by Prague’s dramatic skyline, it’s baroque spires protruding into the night sky, and then when I passed through the Gothic towers of the ancient city gate, I was in another world. What is mesmerizing about Prague is its effortless meshing of cultures; Gothic, Bohemian, Renaissance, German, Habsburg and Communist vestiges exist side by side, leaving the traveler with a constant sense of intrigue at the turn of every street corner. Visited all those places heard and unheard, visited almost every corner of the city on foot. Praha, still stands among all the glorious moments it has witnessed, all the tragedies it has lived. The Franz Kafka museum provided me to have a glimpse of his original manuscripts, The museum is also a beacon of the city’s history, for in many ways the story of the German-Jewish-Czech Kafka is also the story of Prague itself – a city of struggling identities and artistic vision, constantly caught between empires. Visited the golden lanes of the castle, the quiet flowing Vltava river , the tragic lanes of the jewish towns, the burstling new town buzzing with tourists. Its a city which has a rich historic past with a bubbly and chirpy newness. The traveller inside me kept me going in the roads, lanes, squares everywhere. The melancholy in the tunes of musicians from the land of operas, theatres, and ofcourse Mozart; playing on the roads and bridges will always draw me towards the city like the piper of Hamlin. This city has provided me with a “ dream come true” opportunity to watch a live ballet in the estates theatre, being a lover of dance, its indeed a dream that everybody would cherish..the stroll on the Charles bridge in a rainy night; listening to the musicians playing exhibiting their treasures; the view of the golden castle..all the tourists enjoying together the very famous Mozart symphonies played by a young musician shivering and standing in the heavy downpour in the old town square, all these little glimpses will always remain in my heart forever...i always knew , that i had a traveller inside me from my very childhood, but this place filled me with more and more passion for travelling... i loved, laughed and lived every moment in this city... It was a brief stay, but a satisfying one. Amid the glitz of western commerce and dreary shards of Communism, Prague is still a fairytale city, a cultural cuvee of almost endless variety that can surely catch any visitor by surprise, or afford the chance to delve deeper into already beloved discoveries. Bidding adieu to the land of the bohemia !!
Posted on: Wed, 10 Sep 2014 07:13:23 +0000
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