#PinkTutuPrague Ballet in Prague 2018-02-21

Bonjour, darlings! It’s Emma, your favourite pink tutu-wearing ballerina, back from Prague, with tales to tell that are even more fantastical than the waltzing puppets of the famous Prague Astronomical Clock!

This week’s Pink Tutu adventure whisked me off to the heart of Europe, a city where the cobbled streets whisper stories of royalty and history, and the smell of roasted sausages from street vendors tantalises the senses.

But before we get lost in the maze of Prague’s beauty, let’s take a little step back – back to my home, the enchanting Derbyshire. As you know, darling, my week is dictated by the delicate rhythm of a ballerina’s schedule. Ballet class, practice, rehearsals – oh, and let's not forget the endless spinning of tulle, sequins, and those perfectly pink tutus, the staples of my wardrobe, always meticulously crafted for each new adventure.

This particular week, though, my dancing took me to the heart of the stage for a beautiful performance, "The Nutcracker" in Derby. After a final flourish and a standing ovation, I bid farewell to the familiar Derbyshire air and set off on my next grand journey.

There’s something inherently magical about train journeys. It’s that quiet, steady rhythm of the tracks, the ever-changing scenery outside, and the thrill of a new adventure just waiting to be explored. This journey took me across the channel and right into the heart of Europe – Prague!

And what an entrance! As the train pulled into the station, a gasp escaped my lips. Prague's architecture is like a fairytale. Glowing gold domes perched atop intricate spires, their facades embellished with playful, colourful murals that transport you straight into a Hans Christian Andersen story.

Of course, a ballet-obsessed soul like myself can’t resist hunting down the local ballet scene. I heard whispers of the Czech National Ballet at the beautiful National Theatre – Prague’s grand and imposing theatre that has seen countless artistic stars illuminate its stage. But even without a performance scheduled for my short stay, it was captivating to stroll past this imposing landmark, soaking in its history. This iconic theatre stands tall, a beacon of cultural vibrancy, and you can almost hear the echoes of passionate performances resounding within its walls.

Prague itself, darling, is like a stage set. The cobblestone streets, twisting and turning like a well-rehearsed routine, lead to magnificent plazas bathed in the glow of the golden hour sun. Each charming corner whispers stories of the city's vibrant history, a testament to the artistry and ingenuity of its past.

It’s no secret, dear reader, that my life is inextricably linked to the captivating world of fashion. My mission is to infuse that vibrant pink spirit everywhere I go, turning ordinary outings into fabulous experiences.

Prague, for its part, presented a delightful fashion landscape. I fell in love with the antique markets overflowing with intricate trinkets and vintage treasures - each item a story waiting to be uncovered. And there I found my pièce de résistance – a beautifully crafted hand-painted fan. It wasn't your typical flamenco-style fan, though. No, darling, this one was covered with delicate botanical designs, painted in hues of lavender and gold, adding an air of whimsy and elegance to my look.

Of course, a little souvenir shopping is a must! But the highlight of the trip was definitely the boutiques in the Old Town. Imagine, my darlings, a maze of hidden gems waiting to be discovered! Each corner reveals a new store showcasing exquisite lace, delicate embroidery, and beautifully handcrafted jewellery. I, of course, made sure my collection of pink tutus had a little Czech addition. I snagged a whimsical hand-stitched skirt, with intricate embroidered patterns that looked like something right out of a fairytale – perfectly pink, with hints of gold threading.

Prague embraced me as one of its own! Everywhere I turned, pink and tutu fashion graced the streets, from chic boutiques to local markets, there was a distinct hint of ballerina charm emanating from the city's beating heart.

I can't be in a historical city like Prague, my darlings, without seeking out its fashion heritage! There was an air of nostalgia in Prague, whispers of eras gone by. So I traced my steps to the City Museum. What a captivating experience, peering through centuries of fashion – gowns fit for princesses, embroidered blouses, and oh, those hats, with plumes that seemed to reach for the heavens!

And there, nestled between velvet dresses and ruffled skirts, I found the answer to a burning question: what was the story of tutus before they adorned the stage? My research led me back in time, way before ballet’s graces entered the scene. Tutús, originally, were layered underskirts for women of stature, making them look impossibly grand. And here, amidst the display of grand costumes of yesteryear, I realized that the history of the tutu isn’t just about performing on stage; it's a narrative woven through fashion and societal changes, a timeless piece of attire for those daring enough to twirl through the ages!

Ah, Prague's gastronomic landscape! It's a sensory feast. We sampled traditional trdelník (a sweet pastry, often cinnamon-dusted), the delectable flavors of a Czech goulash, and for a true taste of Prague, a steaming mug of hot Czech beer.

This is the life, my dears! A mix of ballet performances, fashion hunts, and cultural exploration, always wrapped in the sweet embrace of pink and the joyful twirls of my ever-present pink tutu.

Oh, my darlings! If you haven't had a chance to experience the magic of Prague, I strongly urge you to add it to your list! It is a city of contrasts, modernity meeting history, sophistication intermingled with tradition, all brought together by an air of romance and magic.

Until next week, keep spinning, keep twirling, and remember, darling, pink tutus are the answer to everything. Until we dance again, keep your spirits high, and embrace the world with your own pink flair!

Ciao bella!

Emma.