Day 4 - Prague - AM - Wenseslas Square
Trip Start
Oct 30, 2009
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Trip End
Nov 09, 2009
Day 4 - AM – Wenceslas Square
Miryam and I are the only ones with energy to continue sightseeing. Though the skies are still overcast, it's not raining.
We visit Wenceslas Square, Prague’s major shopping street running from the Old Town to the National Museum. The boulevard is wide awake and busy as we saunter its length. The Marks and Spencer store has my favourite English Christmas cake.
I had mislaid my leather gloves yesterday. I seem to leave gloves all over Europe. Up to now they can be found in Venice, Paris and now Prague. I pop into C & A to purchase another pair. I’m careful to look at the labels, and although I can’t find any made in the Czech Republic, I eventually choose ones made in Hungary, just across the border.
The next leg of the journey is the train to Vienna which leaves from the Holešovice Railway Station.
"It’s very easy" I tell the group. “We walk three or four block across Old Town Square to the Metro station. With only one change of trains, the trip shouldn’t take us more than twenty minutes.”
My companions just stare at me without comment. I look at their pile of suitcases
and realize a hike across Old Town Square and a change of trains is not exactly in their plans.
We receive a quote for a taxi with capacity for eight passengers. Jamie and I
offer to take the metro if our suitcases can be carried in the van.
We set off ahead of the rest and arrive at the station promptly. There is no sign of the group. Fifteen minutes later they arrive in a tizzy.
“The driver couldn’t find the apartments and when he finally arrived we weren’t able to fit the luggage in the back. It had to be crammed inside on top of everyone. He then claimed extra for the additional weight. What a rip off.”
Miryam and I are the only ones with energy to continue sightseeing. Though the skies are still overcast, it's not raining.
We visit Wenceslas Square, Prague’s major shopping street running from the Old Town to the National Museum. The boulevard is wide awake and busy as we saunter its length. The Marks and Spencer store has my favourite English Christmas cake.
I had mislaid my leather gloves yesterday. I seem to leave gloves all over Europe. Up to now they can be found in Venice, Paris and now Prague. I pop into C & A to purchase another pair. I’m careful to look at the labels, and although I can’t find any made in the Czech Republic, I eventually choose ones made in Hungary, just across the border.
The next leg of the journey is the train to Vienna which leaves from the Holešovice Railway Station.
"It’s very easy" I tell the group. “We walk three or four block across Old Town Square to the Metro station. With only one change of trains, the trip shouldn’t take us more than twenty minutes.”
My companions just stare at me without comment. I look at their pile of suitcases
and realize a hike across Old Town Square and a change of trains is not exactly in their plans.
We receive a quote for a taxi with capacity for eight passengers. Jamie and I
offer to take the metro if our suitcases can be carried in the van.
We set off ahead of the rest and arrive at the station promptly. There is no sign of the group. Fifteen minutes later they arrive in a tizzy.
“The driver couldn’t find the apartments and when he finally arrived we weren’t able to fit the luggage in the back. It had to be crammed inside on top of everyone. He then claimed extra for the additional weight. What a rip off.”


