An Old Church
Couples sign or engrave their locks and attach them to this metalworks on the Charles Bridge in Prague
Charles Bridge entrance
A thinker
A blue VW
View of the Old City from Charles Bridge
Bicycle in Prague
Growing up in Kiev, Ukraine, I used to ride these. Soviet Union purchased these Skoda trams from Czechoslovakia in the 1970s and 1980s. When we arrived to Prague I saw these and was overwhelmed with feelings of nostalgia.
Nothing starts your day like Trdlo and Hot Wine for Breakfast
So that is what America exports to central Europe -- KFC, MacDonalds, Burger King, Dunkin Donuts, and Hooters.
Lego Batman, Anna and their new friend Golem are having hot wine for breakfast
Astronomical Clock
Astronomical Clock
Having landed in Prague in the morning, we decided not to waste a day getting over the jet lag and went straight to the Old Town Square. There we saw tourists (and locals) -- riding Segways, taking pictures, etc. Many were taking selfies using sticks - forget fancy cameras and lenses, a smartphone on a stick is all that humanity needs to take travel photographs.
A Pimped Out Trabant
Having landed in Prague in the morning, we decided not to waste a day getting over the jet lag and went straight to the Old Town Square. There we saw tourists (and locals) -- riding Segways, bicycles, taking pictures, etc. I bet in this picture the person walking with a phone to her ear is a local.
Illuminaty Statue
Svejk restaurant
Narrow cobble stone streets -- don't bring heels!
Jewish quarter
Cobblestone roads, narrow streets
Jewish quarter
Pizza and Czech Cuisine
Inside Pinkas Synagogue
Sleeping sanitation worker, custom built tables and chairs, people walking up to the castle
Inside Pinkas Synagogue
Inside Pinkas Synagogue
Beggar on the steps
April 15th was Yom HaShoah, the Holocaust Rememberance Day. We were traveling that day, but on the morning of April 16th we went to the Jewish Quarter in Prague and visited the Pinkas Synagogue. The walls of the synagogue are covered in names of Bohemian-Moravian Jews who perished in the Holocaust.
Jewish quarter
Jewish Cemetery
Changing of the guards
Jewish Cemetery
Jewish Cemetery
Jewish Cemetery
Good Soldier Svejk
Jewish Priestly Blessing
Lego Batman, Anna and their new friend Golem are touring Prague's Old City
Inside Pinkas Synagogue
See if you can spot the following: a Starbucks, a group of teenagers taking a photograph, Prague's ugliest structure (TV tower), tourists eating sausages. Do you see a New Yorker ?
Sanctuary in the Pinkas Synagogue
Street Sausages
Judaica "lavka"
Street Food Vendors
Inside Old New Synagogue in Prague
Inside the St. Vitus Cathedral
Inside Old New Synagogue in Prague
Castle Guards Marching
Sanctuary in the Old New Synagogue
Anshe Emeth Memorial Temple in New Brunswick, NJ that we belong to based their sanctuary design on this.
People rub it's penis for good luck, that is why it is so shiny.
Observe the food kiosk on the right, with a menu in English.
Vineyard at the Prague Castle
Beer and Dinner at "Klub Architectu"
Golem, Lego Batman and Lego Anna Explore Prague's Castle
Observation Tower on Petrin Hill
Birds Eye View of Prague from Petrin Hill
Birds Eye View of Prague from Petrin Hill
This statue is one of the signs of historical European anti-semitism. Read about it here: http://strangeside.com/prague-statue-of-jesus-with-hebrew-letters/
At each step part of the person is stripped, such that at the top there is only a faceless hollow shell.
Blaksmith "lavka"
Vltava River
Trdlo Street Vendor
Tour group
Anna and I by Astronomical Clock
Streets of Prague at night
Our kids gave us their Lego figurines of Batman and Anna (from Frozen). While in Pragu'es Jewish Quarter we bought a little Golem figurine. We told the kids Anna and Batman made a new friend who is giving them tours of the city. Here they are about to walk over the Charles Bridge to the Old City.
Eating Czech Sausages at "U Fleku"
"U Fleku"
Nothing starts your day like a healthy breakfast of hot wine and trdlo. Trdlo is a Czech pastry -- they cook it over a charcoal grill and sprinkle with sugar and spices. I will talk about this more later, but for now -- this is yours truly eating a trdlo for breakfast with hot wine first thing in the morning :)
While in Prague for my brother’s wedding back in April, 2015 we made an obligatory visit to the Museum of Communism. You see, I lived in the USSR during the time of upheaval in Czechoslovakia in late 1980s and early 1990s. I remember the propaganda, the empty store shelves, and the Soviet TV and newspaper coverage of the events in Prague. You can read more about it here, I won’t bore you with details: https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Velvet_Revolution
Of course, Soviet Union themselves collapsed shortly thereafter and in 1994 my family finally got a refugee visa to the United States.
Visiting Prague brought some feelings of nostalgia. It is as close as I got to going back to my hometown (Kiev, Ukraine) in the past 21 years. A visit to this museum brought back some memories of my childhood — both good and bad.
One observation I have to make about communism memorials in Prague is that unlike all other cultural and art exhibits they do not have plaques in Russian. Typically you see Czech, English, German and Russian translations, but most plaques remembering communist oppression do not have Russian translations. I can only guess that this is due to lingering sensibilities and memories of the communist oppression, but I don’t know any better. It could very well be a coincidence.
While in Prague for my brother’s wedding back in April, 2015 we made an obligatory visit to the Museum of Communism. You see, I lived in the USSR during the time of upheaval in Czechoslovakia in late 1980s and early 1990s. I remember the propaganda, the empty store shelves, and the Soviet TV and newspaper coverage of the events in Prague. You can read more about it here, I won’t bore you with details: https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Velvet_Revolution
Of course, Soviet Union themselves collapsed shortly thereafter and in 1994 my family finally got a refugee visa to the United States.
Visiting Prague brought some feelings of nostalgia. It is as close as I got to going back to my hometown (Kiev, Ukraine) in the past 21 years. A visit to this museum brought back some memories of my childhood — both good and bad.
One observation I have to make about communism memorials in Prague is that unlike all other cultural and art exhibits they do not have plaques in Russian. Typically you see Czech, English, German and Russian translations, but most plaques remembering communist oppression do not have Russian translations. I can only guess that this is due to lingering sensibilities and memories of the communist oppression, but I don’t know any better. It could very well be a coincidence.
While in Prague for my brother’s wedding back in April, 2015 we made an obligatory visit to the Museum of Communism. You see, I lived in the USSR during the time of upheaval in Czechoslovakia in late 1980s and early 1990s. I remember the propaganda, the empty store shelves, and the Soviet TV and newspaper coverage of the events in Prague. You can read more about it here, I won’t bore you with details: https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Velvet_Revolution
Of course, Soviet Union themselves collapsed shortly thereafter and in 1994 my family finally got a refugee visa to the United States.
Visiting Prague brought some feelings of nostalgia. It is as close as I got to going back to my hometown (Kiev, Ukraine) in the past 21 years. A visit to this museum brought back some memories of my childhood — both good and bad.
One observation I have to make about communism memorials in Prague is that unlike all other cultural and art exhibits they do not have plaques in Russian. Typically you see Czech, English, German and Russian translations, but most plaques remembering communist oppression do not have Russian translations. I can only guess that this is due to lingering sensibilities and memories of the communist oppression, but I don’t know any better. It could very well be a coincidence.
While in Prague for my brother’s wedding back in April, 2015 we made an obligatory visit to the Museum of Communism. You see, I lived in the USSR during the time of upheaval in Czechoslovakia in late 1980s and early 1990s. I remember the propaganda, the empty store shelves, and the Soviet TV and newspaper coverage of the events in Prague. You can read more about it here, I won’t bore you with details: https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Velvet_Revolution
Of course, Soviet Union themselves collapsed shortly thereafter and in 1994 my family finally got a refugee visa to the United States.
Visiting Prague brought some feelings of nostalgia. It is as close as I got to going back to my hometown (Kiev, Ukraine) in the past 21 years. A visit to this museum brought back some memories of my childhood — both good and bad.
One observation I have to make about communism memorials in Prague is that unlike all other cultural and art exhibits they do not have plaques in Russian. Typically you see Czech, English, German and Russian translations, but most plaques remembering communist oppression do not have Russian translations. I can only guess that this is due to lingering sensibilities and memories of the communist oppression, but I don’t know any better. It could very well be a coincidence.
While in Prague for my brother’s wedding back in April, 2015 we made an obligatory visit to the Museum of Communism. You see, I lived in the USSR during the time of upheaval in Czechoslovakia in late 1980s and early 1990s. I remember the propaganda, the empty store shelves, and the Soviet TV and newspaper coverage of the events in Prague. You can read more about it here, I won’t bore you with details: https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Velvet_Revolution
Of course, Soviet Union themselves collapsed shortly thereafter and in 1994 my family finally got a refugee visa to the United States.
Visiting Prague brought some feelings of nostalgia. It is as close as I got to going back to my hometown (Kiev, Ukraine) in the past 21 years. A visit to this museum brought back some memories of my childhood — both good and bad.
One observation I have to make about communism memorials in Prague is that unlike all other cultural and art exhibits they do not have plaques in Russian. Typically you see Czech, English, German and Russian translations, but most plaques remembering communist oppression do not have Russian translations. I can only guess that this is due to lingering sensibilities and memories of the communist oppression, but I don’t know any better. It could very well be a coincidence.
While in Prague for my brother’s wedding back in April, 2015 we made an obligatory visit to the Museum of Communism. You see, I lived in the USSR during the time of upheaval in Czechoslovakia in late 1980s and early 1990s. I remember the propaganda, the empty store shelves, and the Soviet TV and newspaper coverage of the events in Prague. You can read more about it here, I won’t bore you with details: https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Velvet_Revolution
Of course, Soviet Union themselves collapsed shortly thereafter and in 1994 my family finally got a refugee visa to the United States.
Visiting Prague brought some feelings of nostalgia. It is as close as I got to going back to my hometown (Kiev, Ukraine) in the past 21 years. A visit to this museum brought back some memories of my childhood — both good and bad.
One observation I have to make about communism memorials in Prague is that unlike all other cultural and art exhibits they do not have plaques in Russian. Typically you see Czech, English, German and Russian translations, but most plaques remembering communist oppression do not have Russian translations. I can only guess that this is due to lingering sensibilities and memories of the communist oppression, but I don’t know any better. It could very well be a coincidence.
Communism
While in Prague for my brother’s wedding back in April, 2015 we made an obligatory visit to the Museum of Communism. You see, I lived in the USSR during the time of upheaval in Czechoslovakia in late 1980s and early 1990s. I remember the propaganda, the empty store shelves, and the Soviet TV and newspaper coverage of the events in Prague. You can read more about it here, I won’t bore you with details: https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Velvet_Revolution
Of course, Soviet Union themselves collapsed shortly thereafter and in 1994 my family finally got a refugee visa to the United States.
Visiting Prague brought some feelings of nostalgia. It is as close as I got to going back to my hometown (Kiev, Ukraine) in the past 21 years. A visit to this museum brought back some memories of my childhood — both good and bad.
One observation I have to make about communism memorials in Prague is that unlike all other cultural and art exhibits they do not have plaques in Russian. Typically you see Czech, English, German and Russian translations, but most plaques remembering communist oppression do not have Russian translations. I can only guess that this is due to lingering sensibilities and memories of the communist oppression, but I don’t know any better. It could very well be a coincidence.
Svejk and I
While in Prague for my brother’s wedding back in April, 2015 we made an obligatory visit to the Museum of Communism. You see, I lived in the USSR during the time of upheaval in Czechoslovakia in late 1980s and early 1990s. I remember the propaganda, the empty store shelves, and the Soviet TV and newspaper coverage of the events in Prague. You can read more about it here, I won’t bore you with details: https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Velvet_Revolution
Of course, Soviet Union themselves collapsed shortly thereafter and in 1994 my family finally got a refugee visa to the United States.
Visiting Prague brought some feelings of nostalgia. It is as close as I got to going back to my hometown (Kiev, Ukraine) in the past 21 years. A visit to this museum brought back some memories of my childhood — both good and bad.
One observation I have to make about communism memorials in Prague is that unlike all other cultural and art exhibits they do not have plaques in Russian. Typically you see Czech, English, German and Russian translations, but most plaques remembering communist oppression do not have Russian translations. I can only guess that this is due to lingering sensibilities and memories of the communist oppression, but I don’t know any better. It could very well be a coincidence.
While in Prague for my brother’s wedding back in April, 2015 we made an obligatory visit to the Museum of Communism. You see, I lived in the USSR during the time of upheaval in Czechoslovakia in late 1980s and early 1990s. I remember the propaganda, the empty store shelves, and the Soviet TV and newspaper coverage of the events in Prague. You can read more about it here, I won’t bore you with details: https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Velvet_Revolution
Of course, Soviet Union themselves collapsed shortly thereafter and in 1994 my family finally got a refugee visa to the United States.
Visiting Prague brought some feelings of nostalgia. It is as close as I got to going back to my hometown (Kiev, Ukraine) in the past 21 years. A visit to this museum brought back some memories of my childhood — both good and bad.
One observation I have to make about communism memorials in Prague is that unlike all other cultural and art exhibits they do not have plaques in Russian. Typically you see Czech, English, German and Russian translations, but most plaques remembering communist oppression do not have Russian translations. I can only guess that this is due to lingering sensibilities and memories of the communist oppression, but I don’t know any better. It could very well be a coincidence.
Anna and I U Fleku
This is how they track how much you drank in Prague
Lego Batman, Anna, and Golem Find Wonderwoman's iPhone
Lego Batman is Trapped
Batman Gets Trapped
Batman Gets Trapped
View from the Prague Castle
Prague Castle at Night
