#PinkTutuPrague Ballet in Prague 2010-10-27

Hello darlings! It's Emma, your resident pink tutu enthusiast, back from a whirlwind of tutus and tiaras in the enchanting city of Prague! As usual, my trusty little pink suitcase was bursting with a rainbow of silk, chiffon and feathers, ready to paint the town a shade of sugar-pink and conquer the streets of Prague.

It's Wednesday, so you know what that means... a fresh blog post, brimming with Prague delights, bubbling with ballet bliss, and infused with my signature dose of pink-tinted happiness.

The train journey from Derbyshire to Prague was utterly charming. I couldn't resist slipping into a blush-hued tulle skirt, its frills swirling around my legs like whispers of Parisian romance. It was just the perfect way to set the tone for a week of sartorial adventures and balletic escapades.

I arrived in Prague feeling like a princess, not only because I was adorned in tulle and adorned with a sparkly tiara, but also because the city itself felt like a fairytale come to life! The architecture was stunning - Gothic spires kissed the clouds, while pastel-coloured houses huddled together along cobbled streets like a cluster of excited gossiping gossips. The smell of gingerbread and freshly baked pastries filled the air, tantalizing my senses. I could practically taste the magic!

I settled into my little pink boutique hotel - a place brimming with vintage charm and enough pink silk cushions to make even the most hardened tutu-sceptic swoon! I unpacked my travel wardrobe, giggling at the sheer volume of tulle and taffeta.

But before embarking on my own personal Pink Tutu Prague adventure, I knew exactly what to do: immerse myself in the local ballet scene. I grabbed my copy of "The Prague Ballet Almanac" and studied the listings for the week. It didn't take long before I discovered my "must-see" performance.

On the 27th October, a performance by the National Theatre Prague called Giselle beckoned. Now, Giselle isn't just any ballet; it's a cornerstone of the classical repertoire, and the story is a masterpiece of dramatic love and tragedy. I had been itching to see it for months, and with a breathtaking performance by Prague's star dancer, I knew this would be a special night.

Imagine this: velvet theatre seats, flickering candlelight, the hum of hushed anticipation in the air... and then, the music begins. The violins soared, the orchestra breathed, and I held my breath, utterly entranced by the dance. The ballerina, in a classic white tutu, flew across the stage, her every movement a whisper of grace and sorrow. I was utterly captivated! The entire performance was a whirlwind of emotions, each graceful gesture a silent language speaking volumes. It left me breathless, spellbound, and totally, utterly mesmerised!

After the curtain fell, I felt the need to celebrate. What better way than to find the most charming, twinkle-lit cafe in Prague and indulge in a slice of rich, creamy apple strudel? A sip of fragrant Prague coffee added the finishing touch to a perfect night, the sweet symphony of Prague life filling me with warmth.

Of course, my Prague adventures didn't end there. My schedule was brimming with activities guaranteed to please a ballet-loving soul. I discovered a lovely ballet studio called "Prima Ballerina" where I spent the morning twirling and pirouetting in a class with the most charming and supportive teacher, Miss Anna. She had a beautiful way of explaining each step, and despite my somewhat rusty skills, she made me feel like a blossoming prima ballerina!

The highlight of the afternoon was my exploration of Prague's ballet history. The Prague State Opera House was a veritable museum of ballet grandeur, its grand halls and elaborate staircases a glimpse into a glorious bygone era. I was especially fascinated by the archive showcasing costumes from iconic productions, their intricate details and delicate fabrics speaking volumes about the artistry of dance.

It's impossible to visit Prague without indulging in a bit of retail therapy, and this trip was no exception. My personal mission, of course, was to uncover a treasure trove of pink tutus for my collection. Thankfully, Prague had so much to offer, from vintage shops filled with delicate lace to modern boutiques bursting with contemporary styles.

The hunt for the perfect tutu led me down cobbled streets and into hidden alleyways, the air humming with the melody of excited shoppers. I emerged with a new love for a shimmering lavender tutu adorned with delicate sequins – perfect for a twirl around the picturesque Charles Bridge!

My wardrobe transformation wasn't complete without a dose of Prague's unique fashion scene. I was captivated by the city's bohemian spirit, the mix of vintage flair and modern design creating a vibrant, whimsical aesthetic. I loved exploring boutiques like "Atelier La Mode," their window displays bursting with creative flair, and finding unexpected pieces – a silk scarf with whimsical hand-painted flowers, or a whimsical hat that I couldn't resist, adding a touch of bohemian charm to my Pink Tutu Prague look.

Now, every true tutu enthusiast knows that dance transcends the theatre. And Prague offered a delightful ballet street performance – a chance to experience the magic of movement in an intimate and impromptu setting.

The location was a hidden courtyard tucked away in Prague's Old Town, its brick walls echoing with the gentle notes of a violinist. A group of dancers took to the cobblestones, their elegant movements drawing in onlookers like moths to a flame. The sun bathed the scene in a golden hue, highlighting the artistry of each leap and twirl, a celebration of movement under the open sky.

It was a poignant reminder that dance is more than just a performance - it's a universal language, a timeless form of expression that unites and inspires us all.

My days in Prague were a whirlwind of ballet beauty, sartorial splendor, and delightful discoveries. It was a reminder that there's magic to be found everywhere, even in the most unexpected corners.

I bid farewell to Prague with a heart full of joy, my pink tutu suitcase overflowing with new treasures and a heart filled with the vibrant melody of the city. As I boarded my train back to Derbyshire, the echoes of the Giselle performance danced in my head, reminding me that beauty and art are found not only on grand stages but in every heartbeat and graceful step.

I leave you with this, darlings: Don't forget to embrace the magic of the world around you. Whether it's a ballet performance, a street dancer's captivating performance, or a chance to express yourself through the twirl of a pink tutu – remember to let your own personal dance story unfold.

Until next Wednesday,

Love and pink tutus,

Emma