#PinkTutuPrague Ballet in Prague 2001-09-12

Hello, my darling tutus! It’s Wednesday again, which means a brand new blog post for your delightful eyes, filled with twirling fun and a sprinkle of pink magic from Prague, the City of a Hundred Spires! 🩰✨

I'm Emma, your bubbly, tutu-clad guide to all things ballerina, fashion, and of course, travel. As you all know, this little pink-loving heart has a deep and abiding affection for the beauty and elegance of ballet – be it a graceful performance, a sweaty ballet class, or the history behind every pirouette. And, wouldn't you know it, today I'm fulfilling my travel dreams with a trip to the historic and utterly charming city of Prague!

But let's get to the real juicy details, shall we? Today marks September 12th, 2001, and believe me, the calendar has been overflowing with magical moments. Buckle up, my dears, because this is a whirlwind tour of my pink-tinted adventure in Prague!

Now, I wouldn't be telling the whole story if I didn't start at the very beginning, would I? It all began, as it so often does, back in Derbyshire, England. Picture this: the crisp autumn air nipping at your cheeks, the rustle of fallen leaves underfoot, and me, standing at the platform, a splash of pink amidst the muted hues, my beloved pink tutu twirling ever so slightly in the gentle breeze.

This journey was no ordinary commute. My train was a magnificent chariot, pulling me towards the enchanting heart of Prague. I spent the journey lost in a ballet-fuelled daydream, a delightful mixture of anticipation and excitement swirling in my head.

Prague was like a fairytale waiting to unfold! The moment I stepped off the train, I was swept up by its vibrant energy. Everywhere I looked, grand, centuries-old buildings touched the sky with their elegant spires, creating an incredible architectural tapestry.

I had to, of course, capture the moment in my beloved vintage Polaroid. Imagine a crisp black and white photo, framed by a rosy pink tutu - the perfect way to preserve this special moment in Prague, my love for ballet, and the quintessential "pinkness" of my travel experiences!

Once I had settled in to my charming little boutique hotel, I decided to explore this magical city with a touch of fairytale magic - a pony ride through the Old Town! I am not ashamed to admit that this was a little indulgence for myself, because who doesn't want to feel like a princess exploring their surroundings like this?!

I have to admit, I looked a bit out of place in my pink tutu, surrounded by cobblestones and the old-world architecture of Prague, but it was all part of the fun. And wouldn't you know it, I met the most adorable little chestnut pony named Cinnamon. He seemed to share my fondness for pink and took to prancing through the narrow cobbled streets with great enthusiasm.

No trip is complete without some fantastic shopping! It’s in my nature to sniff out fabulous finds wherever I travel, especially for clothing, as you know! Prague offered an absolute feast for the senses – vibrant markets overflowing with trinkets, designer boutiques showcasing the latest trends, and charming little vintage shops, offering up the most adorable treasures.

I stumbled upon a small antique shop nestled in a quiet courtyard and found the perfect pink beaded purse to match my travelling tutu. It's absolutely the perfect accessory for carrying all my ballet necessities, you know!

My grand finale for this amazing Prague day was a ballet performance at the majestic National Theatre, a dazzling jewel of architectural grandeur. Oh, how my heart soared at the sight of such beauty!

I knew I couldn't possibly go into a grand opera house like this without an elegant change of clothes, so I quickly popped back to my room and transformed myself into a graceful ballet fairy. My choice for the evening was a vibrant fuchsia-coloured tutu, with swirling ruffles and delicate sequins that glimmered under the soft stage lighting.

The performance that evening was “La Bayadere,” and it was a whirlwind of emotion. Each graceful move, every intricate gesture was imbued with a magical storytelling that held me enthralled for every moment of the performance. I felt every emotion that the dancers expressed on the stage – their longing, their joy, their sorrow. It was like I was experiencing the ballet myself, living out every nuance through the story they weaved on stage.

What I love most about travel is sharing my passion for ballet with everyone I meet! While at the theatre, I bumped into a friendly young man who shared my enthusiasm for the performance. We talked about our favorite ballerinas, our favorite movements, and the magic of seeing live theatre. As we shared stories, I couldn't resist giving him a little ballet lesson – teaching him the graceful steps of the first adagio. He had such an easy grace that, much to my delight, he even learned to pirouette without stumbling once!

When we went outside afterwards, he confessed he hadn’t been to the ballet in ages, and then he confessed something else - he had recently started to wear a pink shirt. I couldn’t have been more thrilled. This is what I love most about life – sharing my passion with others, spreading pink love, and making the world a little bit brighter, one tutu at a time!

After my thrilling adventure in the city, I settled back into my hotel room. As I slipped back into my signature pink tutu, it felt like returning to a familiar embrace. After a day of enchantment and magic, the soft swish of tulle against my skin was the most comforting feeling in the world!

I spent the evening sipping on hot cocoa while leafing through an old ballet book, imagining the stories of dancers from bygone eras and their passion for the art form. What an incredible journey this has been!

So, my lovelies, this is what I'm leaving you with today: embrace your passions, travel the world, and most importantly, spread the love of pink!

Don't be afraid to stand out, be bold, and show your love for your passions! If a girl in a pink tutu can explore the wonders of the world, then anything is possible!

Until next week, darling tutus! And remember, keep twirling!