Wednesday 4th April 2007
Bonjour mes chéries! It's your favourite tutu-wearing travel blogger, Emma, back with another enchanting escapade. This week, we're waltzing into the captivating city of Prague! Oh, darling, Prague is just divine. Every cobbled street, every ancient bridge, every fairytale castle… it's all just so, well, pink-tutu-worthy!
Now, darling, before I get carried away with my love for this charming city, let's delve into this week's ballet bliss. As always, ballet is at the heart of my adventures. And what could be more thrilling than seeing a performance in the breathtaking National Theatre of Prague?
Ballet Dreams in a Palace of Art
Tonight, I had the utter delight of watching "Giselle," a tragic masterpiece by the incomparable Adolphe Adam. The National Theatre is quite the sight! It stands proudly on the Vltava River, a dazzling example of Neo-Renaissance architecture. Stepping inside felt like entering a world of history and enchantment.
Oh, the Story… As the orchestra struck up those enchanting first notes, I was whisked away to a world of passionate love, heartbreak, and betrayal. Giselle, the beautiful, innocent village girl, was absolutely enchanting. She conveyed such tenderness and grace with every move, and her tragic descent into madness was absolutely heartbreaking. Her partner, the dashing Albrecht, made the role his own, his strength and passion pulling the audience into every dramatic moment.
Of course, no ballet performance would be complete without those exquisite tutus! The ballerinas danced in white tutus that fluttered like snowflakes as they pirouetted and jumped, the tulle almost weightless as they soared through the air. And don't even get me started on the costumes for the "wilis," those ethereal spirits who haunt Albrecht in his dream. Such an otherworldly shimmer, I just adored it. They were like ethereal pink clouds, swirling in a hazy ballet of ghostly despair.
A Pink-Tutu Stroll Through Prague
Now, darling, a trip to Prague is no mere ballet escapade, but a grand tour of whimsical delights. It's impossible not to feel a sprinkle of fairytale magic as you wander past the charming squares, with their ornate Baroque architecture. The Old Town Square is an absolute must-see! Just picture me twirling across the square, a vision in my favourite shade of pink. (You can practically hear the "Chopin's Waltz" playing in the background, can't you? 😉)
Oh, darling, I've found the most adorable boutique shop tucked away in the narrow streets. It was bursting with exquisite fabrics, sparkling trinkets, and beautiful hand-painted porcelain dolls, all in soft pastels and vibrant hues of pink. It felt like stepping into a magical candyland. And naturally, I had to purchase a pink tutu for my dear friend Sophie back home. It was quite the find, all frills and feathers, with little pink rosebuds stitched into the tulle. It reminded me of a sweet ballet-inspired confection, all sugared and sprinkled with love.
And speaking of confection, I discovered a delicious pastry shop with the most delicate almond pastries I've ever tasted! It was called "Kachna & Sýr", a little shop full of charm, just like the little shops in those old-fashioned fairy tales. They had the cutest teacups too, perfect for my tea party in the park later tonight. There is something quite magical about Prague, and all the whimsy it has to offer!
The Pink Tutu Train
Let me tell you, getting here was half the adventure! I love travelling by train, especially across Europe. The journey itself feels like an enchanting story, a seamless glide from one magical place to another. As I looked out of the window, watching the rolling hills and charming villages flash by, it reminded me of one of my favourite ballets, "Sleeping Beauty." You see, it is my little secret, I always find a ballet inspiration in everything I do.
Of course, my journey to Prague wouldn't have been complete without my beloved pink tutu! It's just so comfy on long journeys. Even if I'm just travelling by train, I love knowing I'm adding a splash of colour and sparkle to the world.
On the Wings of a Pony
When I arrived in Prague, it was as if time stood still, a moment suspended between reality and fantasy. And for an extra dose of charm, I went horseback riding through the stunning countryside. Yes, darling, I even rode a pony wearing a pink tutu! The locals looked on with amusement, I am quite a sight!
As the sun set, casting a golden glow across the landscape, I felt a sense of utter peace, a reminder that beauty is truly everywhere, just waiting to be discovered. *Prague, with its graceful charm, is just so inspiring. This trip has truly been a ballet of colours and delights. *
Till Next Time
So, darlings, that’s my tale for this week. I hope I’ve painted a picture of this enchanting city with my pink tutu paintbrush. Remember to embrace your own adventures and fill the world with your own personal brand of colour and grace! Stay tuned for next Wednesday's adventures, as I explore more of the wonders of Prague.
Until then, always remember: it's never too late to put on a pink tutu and twirl through life.
XOXO, Emma www.pink-tutu.com
