#PinkTutuPrague Ballet in Prague 1999-11-10

Hello, darling dears! It’s Emma, your favourite pink tutu-wearing ballet blogger, and I’m positively bubbling with excitement to share my Prague adventures with you. This week, I’m bringing you a double dose of pink-tinted loveliness – a magnificent ballet performance and a city brimming with romantic charm.

As you know, Wednesday is my sacred day for Prague blog posts, and this week, the 10th of November, 1999, has been an absolute dream.

I've always been a huge fan of train journeys - the rhythmic click-clack of the wheels against the track, the ever-changing landscapes, and the feeling of utter escapism. This time, I boarded a beautiful red train, all mahogany paneling and plush seats, straight from my Derbyshire home, heading towards the heart of Central Europe. I even spotted a cheeky little pony, munching happily on grass, along the way. Perhaps this is the start of my Pony Adventures blog, wouldn't that be divine?

The moment I set foot in Prague, it was like stepping into a fairytale. Cobbled streets winding through pastel-coloured houses, charming bridges arching over the Vltava River, and a sense of history just bursting out from every corner. The air was crisp and alive with laughter and music, the scent of roasted chestnuts and sweet gingerbread swirling around me. This was Prague, a city brimming with a magical atmosphere, just perfect for a ballerina’s explorations.

My main reason for travelling to Prague was the opportunity to experience its renowned ballet scene. And let me tell you, darlings, it was even better than I could have imagined! The National Theatre in Prague is a glorious example of Neo-Renaissance architecture, so ornate it almost seemed like a ballet itself. I twirled excitedly in the foyer, picturing the elegant dancers twirling in the plush velvet auditorium.

The ballet I was attending tonight was a breathtaking rendition of Swan Lake – my absolute favourite! The beauty of Tchaikovsky's music coupled with the grace and athleticism of the dancers created a spellbinding experience. I even spotted a couple of cheeky tutu moments in the performance, a little nod to the history of this fabulous piece. The costumes were spectacular, of course – the ballerinas' tutus so delicate and airy, and the swan costumes so realistic and mesmerizing. It was truly a performance that made my heart flutter and my toes tap!

The performance was utterly immersive. For the next few hours, I was transported into a world of pure ballet magic. And as the final notes faded away, the applause erupted with such enthusiasm, you'd think everyone had suddenly fallen in love with ballet. I left the theatre feeling utterly enchanted, my own tutu just begging to be worn.

Of course, no trip to Prague is complete without indulging in a little shopping therapy. Prague is a shopaholic's paradise with cobblestone streets crammed full of cute boutiques, charming antique shops, and vibrant markets. I couldn't resist adding a few treasures to my wardrobe, including a delightful velvet dress for an evening at the opera (who knows, maybe I'll be starring in Prague's Opera in my next blog post!) and some exquisite pearl earrings that twinkled in the lamplight.

But the biggest highlight of my shopping spree was undoubtedly a new tutu, purchased from a hidden little gem of a boutique on a narrow cobblestone street. This exquisite, blush-pink creation is made of the most delicate tulle, with shimmering layers that make it absolutely swoon-worthy. I simply adore this new piece, and you just wait, it's going to make an appearance in a very special post coming up soon!

As the sun began to set, casting long shadows across the cobbled streets, I knew it was time to take a stroll across the Charles Bridge. The views were simply breathtaking, with the city lights sparkling like diamonds in the night sky, the silhouette of the Old Town reflecting in the cool Vltava river. It was such a magical, romantic moment, the perfect ending to a perfect day.

Later that night, I discovered a hidden little jazz bar with dim lighting and an intoxicating smoky aroma. The music, soulful and melodic, perfectly set the mood for the evening. I ordered a steaming cup of hot chocolate – perfect for warming up those ballet-toned toes! – and simply soaked in the atmosphere, savoring every last drop of this charming city’s magic.

Prague is a city that stirs the soul, with its history whispering in the cobblestones and its beauty bursting forth at every turn. This is a city that whispers dreams and sparks imagination, a place where ballerinas can flourish and tutu-dreams can take flight. It’s no wonder this city holds such a special place in my heart.

This week in Prague has been a whirlwind of elegance, grace, and joy, all punctuated by the sweet whisper of a pink tutu. If there is anything I’ve learned this week, it is this: even amidst the breathtaking beauty of Prague, it’s the tutu, my own personal statement of joy and dreams, that makes it feel like home.

Join me next Wednesday for more adventures and discoveries from my favourite European cities, where the pink tutu, of course, takes center stage! Don’t forget to visit www.pink-tutu.com and join the ever-growing community of Tutu Dreamers! Until then, darlings, happy twirling and sweet dreams!

P.S. Be sure to share your favourite Prague moments in the comments below! I’d love to hear about your experiences!

Emma, The Pink Tutu Ballerina