Wednesday, 23rd March 2016
Darling readers, prepare to be swept away! This week, my pink tutu has found itself waltzing across the cobblestones of Prague, the City of a Hundred Spires. It's been a whirlwind of culture, colour, and a dash of magical ballet, all seasoned with a healthy dose of pink, of course.
Train Tracks & Tutu Tracks
My journey began, as it often does, with the rhythmic clatter of a train carriage and the rhythmic flutter of my pink tutu. (Seriously, it practically has a life of its own. It even manages to rustle up an elegant waltz as I stroll through train stations!).
This time, I travelled from the rolling hills of Derbyshire to the heart of Prague. And oh, the journey! Each time I gazed out the window at the landscape zipping by, I imagined myself dancing a pas de deux with the countryside itself. The vibrant fields in their spring green, the playful frolicking of lambs, the sunbeams dancing through the trees - each view felt like a prelude to a grand ballet, set in nature’s very own stage.
Arriving in Fairy Tale Prague
When I finally arrived in Prague, I was greeted by the fairytale charm of the city. Gabled houses, spires reaching for the sky, cobbled lanes echoing with the echoes of a thousand stories... Prague feels like a scene out of a classic ballet, filled with romantic whispers, swirling intrigue, and a touch of whimsy.
Pink Tutu and Prague's Magic
But enough of the poetic prose, darling! Let's get down to business. The highlight of this Prague adventure was undoubtedly the exquisite ballet performance I saw at the magnificent National Theatre. I won't reveal the specific piece (after all, there's a hint of suspense!), but it involved breathtaking choreography, dancers who seemed to defy gravity, and costumes that had to be seen to be believed (although I'm sure you can imagine, a lot of pink!).
Pink Shopping Spree in the City of Golden Treasures
After the ballet, naturally, my feet led me towards the city's shopping streets. Now, Prague is a treasure trove of beautiful things: crystal chandeliers that sparkle like a ballerina's smile, traditional porcelain that’s as delicate as a dancer’s fingertips, and of course, an abundance of vintage clothing.
Oh, my darlings! You just wouldn’t believe the array of tulle and taffeta I discovered tucked away in the heart of Old Town. I came away with a truly exquisite pink satin shawl (it goes beautifully with a pale pink tutu, by the way).
Cafe Dreams & Tutu Dreams
No trip to Prague is complete without a coffee break at one of the city's charming cafes. I discovered a little gem called Café Louvre, tucked away in a corner of Old Town. Its beautiful Belle Epoque décor had me imagining the glamorous ballerinas of a bygone era enjoying tea and pastries amidst its elegant interior. And the coffee? Delicious, just like the pirouettes in a beautiful ballet.
Where Art and History Dance
My ballet adventures didn’t stop at the stage. In Prague, the spirit of art and history seem to intertwine, like dancers in a pas de deux. I found myself captivated by the Prague Castle, with its stunning views, labyrinthine passages, and tales whispered from a time gone by.
I even took a charming pony ride through the enchanting Charles Bridge! The rhythmic clop-clop of hooves was a melody that reminded me of a graceful horse ballet. And imagine, my darling, riding a pony along that historic bridge, dressed in my pink tutu - I wouldn’t be surprised if the very statues lining the bridge came to life, entranced by my graceful presence!
More to Explore - Pink Tutus Await!
There's so much more to explore in Prague! I can't wait to share my next week's adventures, which will be brimming with hidden gardens, secret shops, and more stunning sights. And, of course, the ultimate goal remains - inspiring every single person to find their inner ballerina, and wear a pink tutu!
Stay tuned, my darlings, for the next chapter of Pink Tutu Prague, only on www.pink-tutu.com!
Your Always Pink & Always Twirling, Emma
