#PinkTutuPrague Ballet in Prague 2012-10-10

Hello darlings! It's Wednesday, which means it's time for another dose of Pink Tutu Prague! Buckle up, because this week has been a whirlwind of ballet, beautiful architecture, and (of course) shopping! I feel like a fairytale princess stepping out of a storybook – except instead of a tiara, I have a sparkling pink tutu!

This week, I decided to take a break from the usual ballet class schedule. You know me, I adore ballet class! But sometimes, even this pink tutu-wearing ballerina needs a little variety. So, instead of leaping and pirouetteing, I found myself leaping onto a train, taking a magical journey from my Derbyshire home straight to Prague! The journey was simply breathtaking. Imagine rolling countryside bathed in golden light, with fields of sunflowers bowing their heads in greeting. I couldn't resist opening the train window, feeling the crisp air brush my face. It was exhilarating!

Prague has welcomed me with open arms, and let me tell you, this city is as charming as a freshly-baked éclair! The moment I stepped out of the train station, I felt that sense of wonder you get when you arrive in a place you’ve only ever dreamed of. Cobblestone streets wind like ribbons through the heart of the city, charming houses adorned with colourful window boxes, and churches reaching for the sky with graceful spires. Oh, how I could get lost in its fairytale beauty!

My mission was to soak up as much of the city’s magic as possible, and of course, that means taking in all the beauty that Prague’s ballet scene has to offer! This city breathes ballet – from the grand opera house with its ornate gilded detailing, to the hidden gems nestled in cobbled courtyards, ballet seems to dance in the very air. It's simply inspiring! My search led me to the magnificent National Theatre on the Vltava River. This architectural masterpiece is a testament to Prague’s rich cultural heritage, and my heart simply soared as I stepped inside! It felt as though I'd travelled back in time to witness the very beginnings of ballet!

I must admit, my journey started with a touch of drama! My train journey was perfectly punctual – of course, I would never be seen dashing for a train in anything but a pristine outfit. But upon arrival at my hotel, there was a small hiccup! A misplaced suitcase, a panicked phone call – and, you guessed it, a solution found! Just a dash of pink sparkle, a smile, and a charming receptionist and everything was back in place! See? Nothing can stop a girl on a mission, especially with a little pink tulle magic!

Naturally, after conquering my suitcase drama, I immediately embarked on a whirlwind of shopping expeditions. This city is an absolute dream for a fashionista! Think Parisian chic meets bohemian charm with a sprinkle of historical grandeur – just like my own fashion aesthetic, but with an international twist!

My favourite stop so far was the little boutique tucked away on a cobbled side street. The shop windows, a dazzling kaleidoscope of vibrant colours and beautiful fabrics, called to me like a siren’s song. Stepping inside felt like opening the door to a treasure chest overflowing with elegant dresses, quirky statement jewellery, and the most adorable selection of hats I've ever seen! I couldn’t resist indulging in a few pieces to add a little Parisian flair to my wardrobe – because what’s a pink tutu girl without a touch of Parisian je ne sais quoi?

Speaking of magic, I simply HAVE to tell you about last night's ballet performance! The National Theatre hosted a breathtaking production of Giselle, a timeless ballet masterpiece. The stage was transformed into a fantastical forest, the music whisked me away to a realm of romance and intrigue, and the dancers! Oh, the dancers! Their movements were poetry in motion – fluid, graceful, and full of passion. It felt like they were telling a story with every gesture, every pirouette, every grand jeté.

After the performance, the foyer was alive with excitement. As I stood sipping a sparkling grape juice and observing the chattering audience, I realized just how deeply ballet touches people's hearts. I even met a sweet gentleman who recognised my Pink Tutu and was eager to share stories of his own love for ballet, recounting childhood memories of watching dancers with wide-eyed wonder. There's something truly special about a shared passion, especially when it comes to the magic of dance!

I know this is a bit of a departure from my usual "Ballet 101" posts, but sometimes I just need to get out there, explore, and embrace new experiences. And let’s be honest, what’s a pink tutu without a little globetrotting?!

But don't think for a second that my travels mean I’ve abandoned my love for all things ballet! My pink tutu, my little dance diary, and my never-ending curiosity for ballet’s history, all remain my loyal companions! I’ve been sneaking in some quiet time to research Prague's rich ballet history and the iconic dancers who have graced its stages. It's a true inspiration for this tutu-wearing blogger, reminding me of the power of ballet to transcend time and connect people across generations. After all, what’s a Pink Tutu girl without a love for history?

Don’t worry, my dear tutu enthusiasts! My Pink Tutu Diaries will continue! Every Wednesday, I'll share my experiences here on my little corner of the internet, filled with the colour pink, tutu fluffiness, and a sprinkle of magic, just like Prague itself!

Stay tuned, dear friends. I have so much more to share! And don’t forget, pink is always in fashion, so don’t be shy, wear your own Pink Tutu! We’re in this together, you and me!

Yours in Pink and Pirouettes, Emma, Your Pink Tutu Ballerina!