One of the best parts of where we were staying in Prague was the view of the sunrise, which never got old.

The courtyard of our apartment was a litte dramatic.

After our tour of the Jewish ghetto (our previous post), we indulged in silly tourist food #2, spiralized fresh potato chips on a stick, before heading home to recover.


In the evening, we headed out to what had appeared to us to be a non-touristy Czech restaurant, U Rudolfina, and we think we were right. Diners are seated at benches and heavy wooden tables that are shared with others. Two young women who were sitting at our table were speaking in French but we quickly clocked the term “active learning,” which, you many know, is kind of a big deal for Russell. Even more surprise, they turned out to be philosophy graduate students, one Russian and one German, doing PhDs in the Czech Republic. Russell had fun chatting with them about Deleuze.
He also tried beer. Still not a fan. Don’t worry, Emily enjoyed it. Luckily, he made up for it by really enjoying his dinner.




Emily enjoyed her chicken schnitzel, too. We were curious to try kneidls, which is Yiddish for matzo balls. Our tour guide from the morning had warned us that they were different, and yeasty. Indeed, the Czech knaidls were tasty but really just seemed like steamed bread.

We were definitely ready to call it a night!

