Hello, my darling tutu-loving friends! Emma here, back from a whirlwind of a week in the utterly magical city of Prague.
It was a long journey from Derbyshire, England. First, the trusty old Ford Fiesta (named Fiona after a glamorous prima ballerina of course) trundled me to the train station. I was a little sad to say goodbye to my four-legged friend, the fluffy chestnut pony named “Ballet Boy”, who’s been a loyal travelling companion for many years. He's unfortunately a bit too large for European trains.
A quick glance in the mirror – everything coordinated, from my pink cashmere beret (found in a vintage shop on Brick Lane, oh my, £8!) to my hot pink polka dot tutu, all tied in with a matching pink feather boa. A splash of blusher, a perfect flick of the eyeliner, and off I went! The train journey itself was like stepping into a ballet scene – swaying, rushing, views blurring by in a dreamlike, pastel watercolour landscape. It was perfect, utterly perfect.
Prague, oh Prague! From the first glance of the city skyline, bathed in the morning sunlight, it felt like a magical ballet backdrop. And the scent! Cinnamon and cloves and something floral, swirling around me in a delightful dance. I felt utterly enchanted!
Now, you know my rule: no trip is complete without a ballet class! Luckily, Prague has some stunning studios. I stumbled upon a lovely little space called "Ballet Boheme," tucked away in a cobbled courtyard. The light streaming in through the window was pure sunshine, and the old wooden barre felt warm under my fingertips. It felt like a scene from "The Nutcracker" (only without the snow). And as soon as the music started (Tchaikovsky, of course!), my soul came alive! This was what I lived for.
After class, I treated myself to a traditional Czech pastry at a cafe nestled in the old town square. It was divine! A swirling pink and white confection of whipped cream and marzipan, with a sprinkle of icing sugar, oh, my heart was aflutter. I must add, my tutu paired rather well with it. I even felt encouraged enough to try a shot of "Becherovka" (the local spirit, allegedly good for your digestion!) I wouldn’t say it tasted like ballet, but it definitely sparked my inner drama queen!
But on to the highlight of my Prague adventure! Tonight was the night of the ballet performance I had been looking forward to for months – "The Sleeping Beauty" at the historic National Theatre. A dazzling show! This old, beautiful building was almost a character in itself – grandeur and ornate detail everywhere you looked. I could practically hear the ghost of ballerinas waltzing across the stage. I was, as always, the most gloriously dressed person there! A gorgeous hot pink velvet coat, perfect to showcase my fabulous pink tulle, and an oversized black beret – a real ballerina's dream.
This Sleeping Beauty performance, though, it wasn't your typical show. A fresh interpretation, filled with twists and turns, and just the right amount of modern flair, while staying true to the essence of Tchaikovsky's masterful music. And let me tell you, there was drama! The prince was intense and the thorns on the rose bush, well, they certainly added an element of suspense. The whole experience was magic, leaving me feeling lighter than air and wanting to spin and twirl till dawn!
Shop, shop, shop! Prague’s streets were an absolute delight! Boutique after boutique crammed with the most adorable trinkets and fashion delights. A vintage kimono in deep plum velvet, a pair of sparkling silver ballerina flats, a necklace of pink pearls. It's dangerous, my friends, oh so dangerous! I restrained myself this time and only managed to add a little something for myself - a beautiful embroidered handkerchief featuring a tiny, perfect, pink tutu! A keepsake to remind me of this utterly magical trip.
Prague has really stolen my heart! I adore its cobbled streets, the charming cafes with their warm coffee and freshly baked pastries. The medieval architecture, a symphony of towers and spires reaching for the sky. The whole city seems to breathe in rhythm with a gentle waltz. It's just a dream come true for a girl in a pink tutu.
And did I tell you the shopping is fantastic? More to share about that next week! In the meantime, I urge you all, my pink-tutu loving friends, to embark on your own adventures. Explore new places, wear your pink tutus, and let your hearts dance with the music of life. I leave you with a question to ponder: what's your favourite city for a pink tutu-wearing adventure?
*And don’t forget, I'll be back here next Wednesday with more magical tales and photos! *
Until then, happy twirling!
Your Pink Tutu Girl,
Emma
