Hello, lovelies! It's Wednesday, and you know what that means - time for another dose of pink-tutu-infused adventure!
This week, I've found myself swept away to the magical city of Prague, where cobbled streets wind like ribbons, spires reach towards the sky like graceful dancers, and the air crackles with an undeniable joie de vivre.
Now, let me tell you, arriving in Prague was a pure fairytale experience! My journey started in Derbyshire, where I'd been performing at a lovely little school play. Nothing beats that rush of energy you get on stage! Afterwards, I traveled by train to Prague - oh, the freedom of gliding through rolling hills, sipping a latte with a delicate ballet bun nestled on my head. It was pure bliss!
Speaking of buns, my darling tutu wasn't left behind! It packed its own little case, of course, with delicate padding and a tiny pink satin ribbon to secure it. It knows how important a stylish entrance is, just like me! And as I stepped onto the station platform, it was like stepping straight into a whimsical movie.
The air was filled with a charming, earthy aroma - a blend of freshly baked pastries and something... almost magical? It had to be the enchanting aura of Prague.
My hotel, darling, a beautiful old building right on the edge of the Vltava River, felt like stepping back in time! The reception area was like something from a fairytale. It was decorated with bouquets of lilac roses (such a dreamy scent, wouldn't you agree?), and the light shimmered through stained-glass windows. Oh, the nostalgia! My room? Charming, my dear, with high ceilings, parquet floors, and a balcony where I can have breakfast while soaking up the morning sun. And naturally, my tutu had pride of place in its own luxurious pink velvet bag.
Right, now, you know me. It's all about the pink tutu and fabulous outfits! And Prague, my dears, is a paradise for fashionistas! Just strolling down the streets was an experience. Charming boutiques nestled among cobblestone alleyways, overflowing with vintage gems and local crafts. Oh, I indulged in a gorgeous leather handbag (such a wonderful shade of dusty rose!) and a silk scarf adorned with little butterflies (which reminded me of a whimsical ballet performance).
Pink Tutu in Prague:
The whole city feels so inspired by ballet, you wouldn't believe it! Maybe it's the graceful bridges or the winding streets that feel like flowing lines. Anyway, my search for pink tutus, well, it led me to the most wonderful boutique called “Ballet Bloom”. Inside, there were just stunning garments: silken pink ballet slippers, tulle skirts fit for a fairytale, and a rainbow of tutus that just screamed "Pink Tutu Prague!" They even had a magnificent vintage pink tutu (ahem, now resting in my suitcase).
Naturally, I felt obliged to do some research on Prague's ballet history. I learned about their stunning National Theatre (just picture this, a grand marble palace where every night, talented dancers bring stories to life with their movements)! And, there is even a fascinating little museum, housed in a beautiful medieval tower. It's like a miniature world, capturing the essence of the city. I spent hours just admiring the delicate figurines, painted costumes, and old theatre posters - all showcasing the magical world of ballet.
Now, a girl's gotta dance, don't you agree? The streets of Prague are just calling out to be pirouetted upon. I've been indulging in some spontaneous performances around the Old Town Square! (Think fountains as backdrops, ancient buildings as a stunning stage - it's utterly magical!). I also stumbled upon this delightful studio called "Dance Prague," where I spent an hour with a charming ballerina, learning some Czech steps. The elegance and grace were utterly breathtaking. (Naturally, I wore my sparkly pink tutu. It's always ready for an impromptu performance).
But Prague, darlings, it's not just about the tutu - it's the feeling of wonder. It's in the quaint little cafés with their fluffy pastries and strong coffee, it's in the chattering of people speaking a language so beautiful and mysterious.
Of course, my trip wouldn't be complete without seeing a ballet performance. This Wednesday (April 20th), I'm thrilled to be attending a performance of The Nutcracker by the National Theatre Ballet. I've heard whispers of a spectacular staging, and I've even heard rumors of the sugarplum fairies wearing stunning pink tutus (don't worry, mine is even prettier - just trust me on this!).
But, I wouldn't want to leave you hanging, darlings. The real magic of Prague isn't confined to the performance. It's everywhere. It's in the smell of blooming lilacs, the sound of a church bell echoing across the cobblestones, the sight of a little boy holding his father's hand while staring in awe at the Astronomical Clock. It's a city where you can easily lose yourself in its charm.
This journey has left my heart feeling full to the brim. And I’m off to indulge in a slice of the city's famous apple strudel (a delightful indulgence, if ever there was one!)
Until next week, my lovelies, stay sparkly and keep those dreams twirling. Remember, darling, every day is a performance. And the world is your stage!
*Follow along on my adventures on www.pink-tutu.com! *
Love and twirls,
Emma
P.S. What are your favourite travel memories? Have you ever been to Prague? Tell me in the comments below, darlings!
