The 'bricks' on the left are in fact "sgraffito", a thin layer of plaster over stone. With a hole in it. ### Prague arts & media are not un-Western; the UK number one seemed to blare out of every beer bar.


Prague isn't full of Skodas and Ladas. There are just as many BMW's and Audis. The weird thing hardly anything inbetween; no Opels, no sensible Fords.


Two memorable tickets from the bottom of the suitcase: AghaRTA is a welcoming jazz basement in a rough part of town. The nicotine atmosphere reminded me of a Brownian motion experiment I did in a school physics lesson. Unlike fussy London clubs, the musicians seem content to perform through the cacophony, which continues well into the early hours after the musicians have gone home. ### A funicular railway runs up Petrin hill, on the west side of the river, where you can climb the ex-TV transmitter for the best view of Prague there is.

"Say, Captain Q, is there anything else I should know?"