Hello darlings! It's your favourite pink-tutu-wearing ballerina blogger, Emma, reporting live from the heart of Prague! This week, I'm whisking you all away to a city brimming with history, charm and a vibrant cultural scene that, you guessed it, has got me twirling with delight!
It's Wednesday, and as always, I'm posting my adventures fresh from my laptop, in my little hotel room that smells of jasmine and lavender, with a view of Prague Castle shimmering in the morning sun. You can almost hear the gentle plink plonk of the nearby street musicians and the chatter of the locals below. This city really does feel like a dream!
This trip has been all about exploring Prague's artistic treasures and, of course, adding a touch of pink to this magnificent backdrop. From the moment I stepped off the train – yes, a glorious journey through the rolling hills and forests of Europe – I knew this was going to be a week filled with tutus, ballet, and shopping.
Speaking of tutus, you simply must follow me on Instagram! (@PinkTutuEmma) My latest photoshoot features a blush-pink tulle masterpiece I snagged in the enchanting Old Town Square, against the backdrop of the Astronomical Clock. I swear, the clock’s astrological figures seemed to bow down in awe of its sheer beauty. I’ve received so many lovely messages about it – even had a proposal from a smitten young gentleman in a Parisian cafe! You'll have to wait for the pink tutu chronicles for that one, darlings. ;)
But let’s talk ballet! This week's highlight has to be the performance at the magnificent National Theatre. I secured my tickets in a rather dramatic fashion, racing through the cobbled streets to the box office at lunchtime – they're always in high demand, you see. Luckily, I had my trusty pair of ballerina flats to keep me swift on my feet. And let me tell you, it was worth every bit of the chase! The performance was breathtaking! From the sweeping grace of the dancers to the magnificent staging and the stunning costumes, every detail was absolutely perfect.
Of course, I’m not one to be passive in my ballet adventures! I snuck into a morning class at the Dance Centre Prague and let me tell you, those dancers were strong! They gave me a few tips and pointers, which I'll be implementing into my own practice. Let’s just say, the graceful ballet bunnies will be looking a little less bouncy in the near future, shall we say?!
I know I talk a lot about tutus, ballet, and shopping – but I'd be remiss not to mention the stunning architecture of Prague. It’s absolutely a feast for the eyes. Imagine me skipping through narrow streets with a cheeky grin and a tutu floating like a pink butterfly, against the backdrop of fairytale towers, Gothic cathedrals, and golden bridges – that's what Prague feels like!
Even my journey here, traversing those picturesque landscapes by train, felt like stepping into a ballet. Every turn of the countryside painted a stunning scene: from rolling green hills dotted with grazing horses to enchanting forest glens. Honestly, I just wanted to leap from the window and dance with the fairies – and yes, my inner ballerina had me reaching for my tutu mid-journey, which caused quite a stir. But who can blame me when beauty is all around?
This trip has been all about rediscovering that feeling of joy and wonder – the kind of joy that ballet and the beauty of the world evoke. Every cobbled street, every stunning piece of art, every magnificent architectural marvel, is an invitation to twirl. I think that's why I fell in love with Prague; this city feels as vibrant and whimsical as my pink tutu!
Stay tuned for more adventures, my darling ballet bunnies. I'm off to discover hidden corners of Prague with my trusty sketchbook and camera. Who knows what pink paradise awaits? Perhaps it's a boutique full of vintage ballet costumes, or maybe a secret courtyard with a hidden ballet school. Whatever it is, I'll be reporting back next Wednesday.
Until then, don't forget to dance, my lovelies! And remember, the world looks a little bit brighter when you wear a pink tutu.
Sending love and sparkles,
Emma xo
A Detailed Diary: The Prague ChroniclesAlright darlings, this is your sneak peek into my pink-tutu Prague diaries! A peek behind the scenes, so to speak, about how I truly experience the beauty and the wonder of this enchanting city. Let’s start with what made my trip extra special...
Thursday, August 24th: The Ballet of the Senses
My journey began at the crack of dawn, with the promise of adventure beckoning like a beautiful melody. I boarded the train, feeling like a ballerina taking to the stage. The compartment was a cozy space, with plush red velvet seats and a vintage chandelier that made me think of those enchanting Victorian dance halls.
I settled into my seat, opened a novel about the ballet, and felt a sense of pure joy wash over me. It was the feeling of anticipation and possibility – like a curtain rising, revealing a stage illuminated by vibrant, colorful dreams.
The countryside whizzed past, like the flickers of a dance. We passed through meadows that were green and golden in the warm sun, followed by charming towns with church steeples piercing the azure sky, and then the landscape morphed into majestic mountains veiled in mist. I couldn’t help but picture these scenes as a ballet – a lyrical dance of movement and stillness, light and shadow.
This journey wasn’t just about travel; it was about my inner ballet dancer connecting with the ballet of the natural world. Every scenery change was a breathtaking pause in the grand ballet of my journey, each moment filled with an unspoken beauty, elegance, and a soft harmony that seemed to match the delicate pirouette of a graceful ballerina.
Friday, August 25th: Stepping Into a Fairytale
The heart of Prague welcomed me with open arms. Stepping into the Old Town Square, surrounded by its vibrant facade of gothic buildings and cobblestones, felt like stepping into a fairy tale. It was almost surreal to walk down these streets, adorned with the grand facades of the Municipal House, the Old Town Hall, and of course, the enchanting astronomical clock. It's easy to imagine, with every turn, a fairytale coming to life – and with the twirl of my tutu, a whole new magic began to bloom.
Saturday, August 26th: Pink Tutu Dreams
My heart thumped with excitement as I made my way to the National Theatre. It felt so monumental – like a cathedral of art and beauty, dedicated to the magic of ballet. The inside of the theatre was equally breathtaking, a grand hall of exquisite architecture with gold gilded adornments that felt straight out of an opera, or rather, a ballet, because to me, all great art tells stories of human emotions, dreams, and triumphs.
That night, I witnessed a performance that I’ll never forget. The dancers were elegant and graceful, each movement an eloquent articulation of their craft, like their bodies were simply instruments telling tales of love, longing, and hope. I was captivated by their artistry – a spellbinding experience that was part poetry in motion and part silent drama of graceful movements and unspoken dialogues. I spent hours just sitting and dreaming in the dimly lit hall, thinking about ballet's profoundness and the beautiful narratives they tell in a language that transcends time and place.
Sunday, August 27th: A Glimpse into Prague’s Heart
After an emotionally-charged day at the National Theatre, I was seeking something a bit lighter, something playful. So, I followed the scent of jasmine to a hidden cafe by the Vltava River. It was there, sipping a pot of chamomile tea, that I began my ballet journal, with scribbles of sketches of ballerinas twirling amongst cobblestone streets.
That afternoon, I visited the Jewish Quarter, a heart-rending reminder of history, resilience, and faith. Its ancient synagogue and cemeteries evoked a profound sense of reverence, reminding us of the interconnectedness of our stories. I felt the echoes of countless lives, their narratives entwined in the cobblestones and stonework of the centuries-old buildings.
Monday, August 28th: Dancing With Prague’s History
On Monday, I explored Prague Castle, with its towers piercing the sky and gardens teeming with vibrant floral blooms. The charm of its architecture felt almost magical, a captivating ballet of old-world charm and elegance, each turn revealing a new vignette. Every archway and corner told a story – a silent dance of historical moments, of kings and queens, of wars and victories. I was particularly mesmerized by St. Vitus Cathedral.
Of course, my ballerina heart couldn’t resist a little photoshoot with a beautiful backdrop – so, I pirouetted gracefully with my pink tutu as a majestic castle served as the ultimate backdrop for my photographs! Even if you think pink isn’t a color for historical buildings – trust me, it makes for some really spectacular visuals, you just have to imagine the grace of a ballerina meeting the grand scale of the architectural brilliance of Prague! I got some fantastic photos that night that you can find on my Instagram (@PinkTutuEmma).
Tuesday, August 29th: Finding the Dance Within
This morning, my ballet journey took me to Dance Centre Prague for a ballet class. I loved their modern approach – the mix of classical elements with more modern styles and how the ballet bunnies moved gracefully to contemporary music. The studio, with its sleek floors and mirrors, resonated with energy. I tried out their routines – not as flawlessly as the professionals, mind you, but it was exhilarating, reminding me why I’m a ballerina. I picked up some great moves and found a rhythm within my body that echoed the dynamic rhythm of the city itself. It felt like Prague was also tapping its toes along with me!
Wednesday, August 30th: Saying Au Revoir To Prague’s Beauty
I bid farewell to Prague with a heartfelt ache – knowing that I’d leave this enchanting city with a piece of its spirit etched forever in my heart. The memories, as sweet as a summer's bloom, danced in my mind - every charming street corner, the bustling squares filled with the gentle music of the street musicians, the laughter of children playing, the aroma of Czech pastries and beer. This city felt as though it was breathing the rhythm of ballet - full of life, movement, beauty, and unspoken tales. I left knowing that my journey would inspire me to continue embracing life’s adventures with the same graceful joy and whimsical wonder that this captivating city had shown me.
Pink Tutu Memories, Forever EnchantingPrague is one of those places that whispers sweet nothings to your heart, a city that steals your senses with its beauty and leaves you yearning for more. Every time I put on my pink tutu and feel the wind lift the delicate fabric around me, I am reminded of the enchanting cobblestone streets, the towering castle spires, and the captivating charm of this vibrant city. It’s a reminder to dream big and chase my ambitions, twirling with joy and spreading the pink-tutu-love wherever I go.
So until next Wednesday, when I share more adventures from my ballet-infused travels, keep dancing and keep spreading that pink-tutu spirit! Remember, the world is a beautiful stage, waiting for your pirouettes.
And as always, darling ballet bunnies, sending you all the pink-tutu love,
Emma xo
