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.