Hello, darling dears! Emma here, fresh from the cobbled streets of Prague, and oh my, what a trip! It's Wednesday, which means it's time for another installment of my pink-tutu-filled adventures. This week, we're stepping out of Derbyshire and into the heart of Bohemia, a city where history whispers through ancient towers and charming cafes offer the most exquisite lattes (the ones with little pink hearts, naturally!).
Now, let's talk about what brought me here: Ballet! Oh, my love for the dance is as vast as the Czech Republic itself (and yes, I do know the actual size of the Czech Republic - geography isn't my weakness, thank you very much!). This time, it was the lure of Prague's famed National Theatre, a true architectural masterpiece with a ballet history spanning centuries.
I must say, darling, Prague is just the most delightful place for a pink-tutu-clad ballerina like myself. The cobblestones, the Gothic spires, the beautiful bridges… they all make you feel like you've stepped into a fairytale. And then there's the fashion! My darling dears, it's a veritable wonderland of exquisite vintage boutiques, chic independent stores, and those delightful markets overflowing with treasures (I even managed to snag a vintage lace parasol!).
But let's not forget why I'm here: Ballet! This week, I graced the stage of the National Theatre, a truly iconic performance that had me twirling my way into a state of pure bliss. The performance, oh it was so grand! We waltzed through the most exquisite choreography, my tutu twirling like a cloud, every step as graceful as a swan. I can't reveal the details of the production just yet, as my darling readers wouldn't want any spoilers, but I assure you it was truly breathtaking, a journey into the soul of dance.
Before I tell you about my sartorial triumphs in Prague (let's just say, this trip called for a serious upgrade of my tutu collection!), I must indulge in a little bit of history. You see, darling, I love the history of ballet and tutus. And in Prague, oh my, history whispers at every corner!
I can almost feel the echoes of the Habsburgs waltzing in this very city, hear the whispers of emperors and empresses admiring the beauty of a ballerina's twirls. Ballet in Prague goes way back, my darling dears, to the 18th century, and since then, it's woven its magic into the very fabric of this extraordinary city. It was so easy to find a charming café and imagine myself back in the golden era, watching the aristocracy take their seats for an elegant performance.
And my tutus? Oh darling, it's impossible to have a trip like this without some tutu shopping! It wouldn't be a Pink Tutu adventure without adding to my collection, wouldn't it? In Prague, my darling, I was spoiled for choice. Imagine, rows upon rows of vintage tutus, each one whispering secrets from the past, every frill telling a tale of grand ballets and dancing dreams.
Speaking of dreams, I couldn't have come to Prague without exploring its charming nooks and crannies. I found a local café on a tiny cobblestone street, their coffee was infused with rosewater (heaven!) and it was just the perfect spot to indulge in my Pink Tutu diary, surrounded by the beauty of Prague. My dear dears, let me tell you, Prague is a place to truly be cherished, its magic seeps into every corner.
You'd think after such a magical day, I would just relax and unwind. Oh no, darling dears, my adventurous spirit can't be tamed. After the show, I decided to explore the heart of Prague by...pony! I know, right?! A little ridiculous perhaps, but oh, what a delightful journey. Riding through the city streets, the breeze tousling my pink curls, I felt like a fairy princess from one of those grand, old operas.
Speaking of fairytale moments, after a quick change (a new, fluffy pink tutu from my vintage haul!), I found myself standing in the heart of the city, under a breathtaking sunset, my reflection dancing on the shimmering water of the Vltava River. Prague at sunset was even more magical than I imagined.
Now, darling, this has to be the longest post I've ever written, but honestly, Prague just stole my heart. And as always, it wouldn't be a Pink Tutu adventure without a call to action. I want to see every one of you in your own pink tutus, even if it's just for a dance around your living room! Spread the pink tutu love, darling dears, and share your own stories!
I leave you with the memory of the most beautiful ballet I've seen in a long time, and a glimpse into my tutu-tastic journey through Prague. Stay tuned for more pink-tutu-filled adventures!
Until next Wednesday, my darling dears, keep it pink, and keep dancing!
Emma,
www.pink-tutu.com
