The odds and ends of Prague.

Did you know Prague has canals?
It used to have even more, but they've been filled.

Brass quartets on a bridge playing carols.  Quaint,
and it totally blocked under-bridge traffic.

A Christmas tree decorated with film.

Wolves as pets.  Really?  REALLY??  It's a wolf gathering.

What's better than wolves?

Carp is what's better than wolves.  Carp.  That you're supposed
to keep in the bathtub until you kill it yourself to eat on Christmas.
If that isn't holiday spirit I don't know what is.

Or just go for mistletoe.  Some appeared gold dipped.
Those probably cost more than a $1.50

Decorated trees everywhere.

Jamal Sam came along.  He thought the chocolate anchovies
looked tasty.

Some museum signs are creepy.

The city has several lock bridges.  Take that, Paris.

Truly the weirdest thing on the trip.  In front of the Kafka Museum
is a piece of art depicting 2 men peeing into a puddle the shape of
the Czech Republic.  The weird part? The statues move, in a
"wiggle your hips and other parts" way.

Upon our departure Jonathon wanted this photo.
A deserted Christmas morning street with dumpster.

So what's there to do in Prague besides stare at buildings and eat/drink yourself silly?

Shop!  Or at least try on every silly hat available.

Read the posters. Then decide which places to visit.

Do silly camera things in a Starbucks.

Pretend you're flying an imaginary machine at the Karel Zeman museum.

Try to outdo your sister in the silly faces contest.

Play around with depth (same museum)

Who did it better?

Karel Zeman was an imaginitive (AKA, weird) guy

Prague is a great place to hang out with friends.  Even cranky ones.

Friends can be furry too.

Or listen to sidewalk groups.  This group was better than the vuvuzela guy.
Not as good as the bagpipers.

And really, segways.  Cool, fun, segways.

Segways at the bottom of the hill.  Segways at the top of the hill.

And culture.  There was a lot of culture to be had, but we skipped
all but a little ballet.

When in Prague, Eat. And Drink.

Gluwein in the morning.  Gluwein at lunch. Gluwein at night.

Tons of gingerbread in house and cookie form.

Old Prague Ham.  Pork, pork, and more pork.

And Starbucks.  Of course.

Trdelniks.  Or Turduckns.  Your choice.

Don't maker her choose!!

Must be time for more hot drinks.

And more hot drinks.  And more pork.

We ate pasta too.  Why?  Weird.

Goulash.  Honestly, just OK.  Bread was overbaked, goulash kinda tasteless.

Katherine's pork knee. Mmmm, pork knee.

Jonathon's gingerbread house.

Katherine's pasta with escargots.

And actually, great homemade not-Christmas Market lasagna.

Back home, in jammies, postin' pics...

First set of photos: Praguian (Becca's word) Architecture

Lit up Old Town with Our Lady before Tyn peeking from behind.

Random street shot.

Old Town square.

The astronomical clock.

Painted buildings.

City with the river, and a few minutes of sunshine.

Geometrical.

Knights of the Templar?

Cobblestones!

Painted building near the castle. Trompe L'oeil.

Geometric lamppost and old monastery.