It snowed this morning! Perfect, light, fluffy snow, that warmed the air and only stuck in cute places like on statues and gravestones and greenery and cobblestones. I seriously cannot confidently remember the last time I was snowed on, though I think it was several years ago, and either on top of Loma Prieta (the highest mountain near Santa Cruz) or at Yosemite.
So I took the tram to Bertramka, which is the villa Mozart stayed in for a while and is now a dinky but sweet museum dedicated to his memory. I'm not personally found of the bulk of Mozart's music but his operas are a hoot. If you're in Prague and you need to get away from overstimulation I recommend it, because there are a couple of rooms with chairs you can sit on and just listen to tinkly little etudes whle your feet relax.
Speaking of overstimulation, we did go to Club Cross last night and my only regret is we didn't get there earlier in my trip so I could go again and again. Emma, tell Jason that the Cross Club by itself is a reason for him to go to Prague. It's a really marvelous place with four floors of club and cafe and more floors of artists' colony. All over it is filled with art and functional pieces largel made of scrap metal and more esoteric salvage. Each floor is different. One of the floors has ceiling lights made of glass salad plates and glass citrus juicers strung together under red halogen lights. Another floor has grand room dividers made of mostly engine parts and the like, forming giant eyes. The welding is very good: none of those keloid seams you see on a lot of metal artwork. Many of the pieces move, rotating and oscillating. Some look threatening, but cages have been welded around the moving parts that you could bump into. The top public floor is a mellow cafe made of fiber and wood scraps neatly and cleanly put together for a really sophisticated look. There are chandeliers made of strawberry pots!
Of course there was loud music of the drum and bass variety, but it was scientifically loud, not at all painful, and you don't have to shout to be heard. There's a scent of marijuana in the air -- kind of nostalgic, that -- and I may have had a bit of a contact high while I was there.
I left before the others, after midnight, and caught the night tram, which is an experience of its own. Clouds of very drunk, very young people fell into the tram along the line and continued to fall over each other in to the seats while laughing very loudly at slurred comments I don't think I could have understood even if I knew any Czech. And they sang. Too drunk to carry a tune or remember the words, but having a wonderful time.
And today, besides the Mozart Museum, I found a memorial to one of my childhood heroes, Julius Fucik.
So I took the tram to Bertramka, which is the villa Mozart stayed in for a while and is now a dinky but sweet museum dedicated to his memory. I'm not personally found of the bulk of Mozart's music but his operas are a hoot. If you're in Prague and you need to get away from overstimulation I recommend it, because there are a couple of rooms with chairs you can sit on and just listen to tinkly little etudes whle your feet relax.
Speaking of overstimulation, we did go to Club Cross last night and my only regret is we didn't get there earlier in my trip so I could go again and again. Emma, tell Jason that the Cross Club by itself is a reason for him to go to Prague. It's a really marvelous place with four floors of club and cafe and more floors of artists' colony. All over it is filled with art and functional pieces largel made of scrap metal and more esoteric salvage. Each floor is different. One of the floors has ceiling lights made of glass salad plates and glass citrus juicers strung together under red halogen lights. Another floor has grand room dividers made of mostly engine parts and the like, forming giant eyes. The welding is very good: none of those keloid seams you see on a lot of metal artwork. Many of the pieces move, rotating and oscillating. Some look threatening, but cages have been welded around the moving parts that you could bump into. The top public floor is a mellow cafe made of fiber and wood scraps neatly and cleanly put together for a really sophisticated look. There are chandeliers made of strawberry pots!
Of course there was loud music of the drum and bass variety, but it was scientifically loud, not at all painful, and you don't have to shout to be heard. There's a scent of marijuana in the air -- kind of nostalgic, that -- and I may have had a bit of a contact high while I was there.
I left before the others, after midnight, and caught the night tram, which is an experience of its own. Clouds of very drunk, very young people fell into the tram along the line and continued to fall over each other in to the seats while laughing very loudly at slurred comments I don't think I could have understood even if I knew any Czech. And they sang. Too drunk to carry a tune or remember the words, but having a wonderful time.
And today, besides the Mozart Museum, I found a memorial to one of my childhood heroes, Julius Fucik.
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