Monday, December 28, 1981

Leaving Prague (12/26-27/1981)

Saturday, December 26, 1981
Somehow Dot and I stayed up talking until 3:00!
Tom went off to work while we ladies slept. He returned home at 13:30 and we had lunch before an afternoon of sightseeing with Tom driving. Our first stop was Kostel Panny Marie Vítězné/Church of Our Lady Victorious (c. 1609) on Karmelitská, home to the Pražské Jezulátko/Infant of Prague (traced back to at least 1555 and thought to have belonged to St. Teresa of Avila). The Infant of Prague is a wax-coated wooden statue of Jesus who is standing with one hand held up in blessing and the other holding an orb. He wears a jeweled crown and brocaded robes. He stands in a well-lighted glass case, but the rest of the church was pitch dark.
Pražské Jezulátko/Infant of Prague
Next we drove to Loreta, a religious pilgrimage destination with a cloister, the chapel of the Nativity, a Holy Hut, and the clock tower.
Loreta clock tower
Construction started in 1626 by Italian architect Giovanni Orsi.
Loreta ticket
We paid 3 CZK/30 cents each to enter a roped-off courtyard with a small building, the Holy Hut, covered with reliefs of the life of Mary. The building itself is a replica of the Santa Casa/Holy House in the Italian town of Loreto, where it is believed that Mary was visited by the Archangel Gabriel telling her of the Immaculate Conception. The surrounding cloister affords covered views of the hut. The cloister walls had frescoes of the benefactress Countess Kateřina Benigna of Lobkowicz (who donated the land and some of the treasures) in her wedding gown that was once covered with jewels (now in the museum). The lights were not on, so it was hard to see. Upstairs were the museum rooms, and one small room of vaults opened up to see the contents behind glass. There certainly were a lot of jewels, plus the Diamond Monstrance (religious vessel to hold the Eucharist) made by Vienna goldsmiths based on a design of Jan Bernard Fischer of Ehrlach in 1699. It is made of gold-plated silver decorated by 6222 diamonds. The chapel was too dark inside to see anything.
Next we drove along Valdštejnská, the road of the gas lamps. On occasion Tom has seen the lady lamplighter. On to the former Pivovar svatého Tomáše/St Thomas Brewery, now a pivnice/beer hall on Letenská, where beer was first brewed in 1352. It no longer brews beer, but sells the local brew from Braník. In Prague, you either go to a beer hall, or a vinárna/wine bar; you are not likely to get beer and wine in the same place. At St Thomas, the tables seated four to six people, so we joined a table of two after checking our coats. It is almost mandatory to check your coat.
Dot ordered “Devil’s Toast” which was a toasted slice of bread covered with a thick spicy tomato sauce. I tried the beer, and got a mouthful of bitter foam. When the head settled, I tried again, and it was the smoothest beer I have ever tried. But again, it still tasted like beer! Other local specialties were smažený sýr/breaded fried cheese (greasy) and knedlíky/dumplings. The dumplings are the consistency of bread, and they do come in loaves. They are served in slices with a piece of pork and gravy.
Returned to the apartment by 18:00 where I finished packing. The Ls bought the rest of my Czech money for $70, so I only spent about $10 here. We had a steak and baked potato dinner.
They packed me a “picnic basket” with four turkey sandwiches, two cans of Pepsi, fruit and cookies. They offered me cans of food from their pantry, but I teased what I really wanted were rolls of toilet paper! So I got a couple rolls! At 23:00 we drove to the train station and the Ls put me on the 23:30 train. A sad goodbye!
Czech train reservation front
Czech train reservation back
My only compartment companion was a Czech architect who had worked in Cuba. He spent most of his time in the corridor talking to other Czechs.

Sunday, December 27, 1981
Arrived in the border town of Cheb at about 3:30. The young soldier checked the vents under the seats with a flashlight. The money-changing ladies came with the visa man with his attaché desk. Here they checked your visa for how long you actually stayed, and if you did not change enough money when you entered, what then? I suppose you had to change the proper amount and take it with you! My passport was stamped and another piece of my visa application was taken. The customs man only asked if I had any Czech money and I said, “No.” I only had a couple coins for my collection. He took the last of my visa application. The process was not as long this time, and we arrived in Schirnding by 4:30. The Germans had no questions for me. Got off in Marktredwitz at 5:00. Waited for the 5:40 train to München/Munich. Had a seat by a drafty window, but it helped to offset the stifling heat. Slept most of the way, except when a group of girls boarded the coach and sang folk songs in high voices accompanied by a fumbling guitarist. We were due to arrive at 9:24, but it was nearly 10:00. The ticket indicated I was arriving at the Starnberger Bahnhof, which turned out to be certain track numbers at the Hauptbahnhof/Main Train Station.  Changed to the 10:47 train to Zürich. I mostly slept, waking only to show my ticket to conductors and for passport control. Arrived in Zürich at 16:00 and hurried to the opposite side of the station for the train to Biel, arriving at 17:45. I actually took a taxi to the hospital. The roads were freezing over and the taxi slid several times. It barely made it up the hill to the Personalhaus/staff residence. The taxi cost 8.40 CHF/$4.20 and I was expecting it to be double. Gave the driver 10 CHF. He had a rear hood release by his seat, so he didn’t have to get out for me to get my suitcase. Home by 18:00.

Saturday, December 26, 1981

Merry Christmas in Prague (12/25/1981)

Friday, December 25, 1981
Tom claimed to be too old to stay late (and I think the Ls didn’t want me present as the party got raunchier), so we left the party at 00:30. The Ls gave everyone a small gift, beef jerky for the guys and a straw-decorated egg for the girls. Wow! My first Christmas gift!
We peeked into the room that has a hoist to lift up the mail bags which are too heavy to lug up all those stairs. We walked down all those stairs, and Tom locked the Embassy doors behind us.
There was a man standing and smoking in the doorway of the L's apartment building who nodded politely to us as we entered. Tom said the poor guy could go home now that he could report on Tom’s whereabouts.
Tom claimed he used to always open gifts on Christmas Eve, but Dot changed that tradition, However, she had already allowed him to open a couple, so she relented.
But wait! It was Christmas Day! So at 1:00 we opened Christmas gifts. I had brought the Sprüngli chocolates, hot chocolate mixes, and chocolate ornaments for the Christmas tree. Plus double cream milk chocolates for Tom and the Swiss cookbook for Dot. I was surprised by how many gifts I received! A half-dozen traditionally decorated Czech eggs (shells), a ceramic salt and pepper set, and a beautiful etched crystal cheese bell that had no clapper but instead a crystal glass stick to ring it.
Dot received a nice watch and a beautiful set of pots and pans. However, Tom hit the jackpot! A Hungarian espresso coffee cup set with a pot, sugar and creamer as well as cups and saucers. A Hungarian and Czech coffee mugs, and gorgeous Czech crystal cordial and cognac glasses. Dot brought out Evonna’s gift which was a spice rack with hooks on top for three mugs. The accompanying mugs were the flowered discount variety. Later Tom hung the spice rack and hung his own mugs from the hooks. He was also able to display mugs on the spice rack. The wooden spice jars smelled funny and were rough on the inside.
It was past 2:00 when we went to bed.
The fresh produce order arrived yesterday, so I had a large Valencia orange that cost $1.43 all by itself!
Christmas concert schedule
We left at 10:15 to go to Christmas Mass in the old town at Kostel svatého Jakuba Většího/Church of St James the Greater (built at the late 17C to early 18C, in Baroque style). We arrived early to be sure to get a seat. The pews were up on platforms and many people kept their feet up on the pews to avoid the cold floor. At 11:00 the church lights turned on and you could see all the intricate decorations: paintings, sculptures, side altars, curlicue embellishments, etc. I would not have wanted to be responsible for dusting in this church! The painting up front looked like the angel could have had a 3-dimensional leg. However, here columns were painted on the domed ceiling, and I have to admire the skill needed to make the columns look straight!
It was nice to see a tourist attraction being used. Candles were lighted on the altar, but behnd the altar were rows of electric candles; very bright!
There was a full orchestra warming up along with the organ. Mass began and the choir and orchestra were magnificent! Although the church choir was voluntary, many of the individuals may have been professionals. Even to join a church choir there are auditions.
The “audience was well-behaved today. Often they act like they are at a concert and talk during the Mass itself, which was in Czech. A couple children a few rows ahead who had been chattering away before Mass were now perfectly still and silent. I then realized they were asleep! Only some people participated in the kneeling, standing, showing signs of peace. I wonder if those who understood the sermon could tell it was tempered by government restrictions.
The music was fantastic, sending shivers up my spine. I was sorely tempted to turn around and look at the choir, especially when there were soloists. I loved the trumpet trills. Evonna sings with this choir, but she had a bad cold. All I could see of the crêche was the pastel-colored backdrop. During offertory, the priests came around with collection baskets and carefully watched everything that was dropped in. I gave a 10 CZK/$1 bill. Tom dropped in a 50 CZK/$5 bill and the priest silently blessed him!
We left after Communion and I had the chance to look up at the choir. They were all bundled up with their Russian fur hats. Sometimes the brass players have problems when their lips freeze.
We hurried home for a omelette brunch before I was sent off to the Obecní dům/Municipal Smetana Hall for a 14:00 ballet performance of “The Nutcracker.”
"Nutcracker" ticket
I was dropped off across the street and took the underground passageway to the theater. No one was there to take my ticket as I entered the theater. Finally found an usherette who sent me to coat check! Paid 50 Czech cents/5 cents and headed to my seat. No more ushers in sight and the lights went out. I was in row 6, but row 7 was half empty, so I slipped in. I ended up staying in the seat behind my ticketed seat for the whole performance.
As the orchestra played the overture, the curtain went up on a cardboard set of Prague, with people in 18th century dress running around in a “snowstorm” of flickering lights. Then Prague was drawn up into the ceiling and a drawing room came down. The Christmas tree was a flat green cloth with some green yarn strands scattered about, and flat cardboard ornaments. Stripes on the walls were peeling. Enter the children and the familiar music began. The Nutcracker story progressed with excellent dancing by both the leads and the kids. But with shabby sets, worn and sometimes torn costumes, and old props, I was not at all surprised when the Nutcracker broke! (That was part of the story!) The mass choreography seemed old fashioned. The star couple were perfectly matched and the male lead looked familiar, as if he played on some basketball team I knew!
During the long intermission I stayed in my new seat and admired the interior of the theater done in gold and white. The seats were newly upholstered in red corduroy. I noticed Mark and Josephine at the end of row 6.
After intermission, the Nutcracker dream continued with the underwater sequence being a bit Disney-esque with cartoon fish figures projected on a screen. The hot air balloon was clever, but the cardboard balloon was obviously old. I liked the humans under a blue sheet ocean. I was close enough to hear every thump when the performers jumped, which doesn’t enhance the graceful image of ballet.
The audience did not seem too enthused throughout the performance, but at the end they clapped long and loud, and threw flowers on the stage. No standing ovation, however. All in all, it was a performance of great skill from the dancers and musicians. It was my first full-length ballet.
Retrieved my coat and went out to walk to Václavské náměstí/Wenceslas Square to the Metro station. Paid my 1 CZK/10 cent fare, and rode the escalator deep underground. After enthusing over the colorful Metro stations, I now see that they look all the same. At Leninova station, I now knew where to exit and soon arrived at the L’s apartment. They wondered who could be at the door!
There was some small plastic East German car parked in front of the apartment building that was supposed to have been “bumped into” but it looked totaled! 
L's living room
Tamiko
Dot & Tom
Tom & Dot
We had a wonderful traditional Christmas dinner. Tom was allowed to carve the roast turkey at the table for the first time and he did a great job.
Dot withTom carving the turkey
Delicious stuffing and gravy, mashed potatoes and peas, plus cranberry sauce and a plate of celery sticks, radishes, pickles, and olives. Also buttered dinner rolls. Tom opened a bottle of German champagne and the cork went flying towards one corner of the room. It was later found in another corner! We ate by candlelight with Christmas music playing in the background. It was all so nice, I forgot about being homesick!
Tom had to go to work the next day, and so went to bed.

Friday, December 25, 1981

Christmas Eve in Prague (12/24/1981)

Thursday, December 24, 1981
We ended up talking until 2:00!
Christmas Eve!
I woke up because of a guttural rattling with an occasional metal screeching sound. Even though it was 7:00 it was pitch dark outside. I peeked out the back window and thought I saw a garbage truck-looking vehicle backed up to the building at the corner. It sounded as if coal was being unloaded. I went back to sleep and didn’t wake up until 10:00! Even though the Embassy was closing today at 13:30, Tom would be working a full day.
After a shower I blew my nose, and found the tissue was full of black dust! I then blew too hard and got a bloody nose!
I went exploring on my own after lunch and listening to BBC news on the radio at noon. I went to catch a tram. The woman driver closed the doors, but opened them again when I broke into a trot. Today the tram ride seemed especially jolting. Before the tram doors shut, a buzzer sounds to warn you before departing. At the first stop we heard a different kind of buzzing and the driver got out to investigate. The back door had slipped off its track. A man took a crowbar-looking implement and forced it back on track. He then gave the door hinge a good whack! He seemed to be just another passenger. The door squealed shut and we took off.
Tram ticket
We passed a large park with a big red star and a billboard featuring the hammer and sickle. We crossed the Vltava/Moldau River and I kept my eye out for the Kotva department store, the largest in the Eastern European bloc countries. Got off in the square where the modern looking glass-fronted building was located. The store had moderately attractive displays in the front windows. Upon entering the store, the prosperous look changed. It was a huge shopping center covering a city block with five stories. In the front and the back were escalators with patches of rubber mats at each end. Everything inside seemed old and dusty, as if it was a second-hand shop. Most things were behind glass counters and there were lines at every counter. A few things were self-serve like food, stationery, and books. They had cosmetics, clothing, furniture, hardware, kitchenware, toys, linens, small electric appliances, and even knick-knacks. Packaging didn’t seem important. Either there was none, or an item came in a clear plastic bag. The store offered Christmas wrapping paper that looked yellowed and rough at the edges. No souvenirs. I crossed the street to take a photo and felt like a spy.
Kotva department store
Nearby was the impressive Obecní dům/Municipal Smetana Hall and Prašná brána/Powder Tower or Gate.
Obecní dům Smetanova sín/Municipal Smetana Hall
Obecní dům Smetanova sín/Municipal Smetana Hall
Prašná brána/Powder Tower
Celetná Street
Walked down Celetná to Staroměstské náměstí/Old Town Square. Here there were other photographers, so I felt more comfortable taking out my camera for pictures of Historická staroměstskou radnice/Historic Old Town Hall with its Pražský orloj/astronomical clock and the Archiv hlavního města Prahy/City Archive ruins, as well as the Pomník mistra Jana Husa/Jan Hus Memorial.
Staroměstskou radnicí/Old Town Hall and
Archiv hlavního města Prahy/City Archives
Pražský orloj/astronomical clock
Pomník mistra Jana Husa/Jan Hus Memorial
Continued to Karlův most/Charles Bridge. The cobblestones were slippery due to the slush. It wasn’t as cold as previous days, but it was just as gray.
Karlův most/Charles Bridge with Pražský hrad/Prague Castle on the hill 
View towards the Opera House with crane
View towards bridge towers and
Kostel svatého Mikuláše Malá Strana
/St Nicholas Church in Lesser Town
From the bridge I could see what Evonna called a mill, although the mill wheel is missing (being restored).
Starý mlýn/Old mill
Karlův most/Charles Bridge tower
Being Christmas Eve, the newsstand and souvenir shops were closed. No more fish stalls.
Continued along Mostecká to Malostranské náměstí/Lesser Town Square with the other Kostel svatého Mikuláše Malá Strana/St Nicholas Church and the U Mecenáše/Patron Restaurant.
Malostranské náměstí/Lesser Town Square with
Sloup Nejsvětější Trojice/Holy Trinity Column 
Kostel svatého Mikuláše Malá Strana/St Nicholas Church
Walked through the passageway to get a picture of the U.S. Embassy.
U.S. Embassy
Back across the Karlův most/Charles Bridge and followed a road parallel to the river, Křižovnická. Turned right on Kaprova into the Jewish district. Instead I found a Metro station. Turned down a side street heading towards a wall behind which were trees. Followed the wall around the block and found a small wooden door that was locked. However, it had a large round hole through which I could see the crowded Starý židovský hřbitov/Old Jewish Cemetery.
Starý židovský hřbitov/Old Jewish Cemetery
Starý židovský hřbitov/Old Jewish Cemetery
The oldest preserved tombstone dates to 1439. It is said to have 12,000 tombstones and 100,000 burials. As I continued around the walled cemetery, I found the Staronová synagoga/Old New Synagogue (completed in 1270 in Gothic style, it is Europe's oldest active synagogue).
Mostecká Street
Staronová synagoga/Old New Synagogue
Zidovske muzeum/Jewish Museum
It started snowing in earnest so I went to the Staroměstská Metro station on Kaprova. The entrance was clean and modern and I took the escalator down.
Leninova (Dejvická) Metro station entrance
There was a change machine where I changed a 2 CZK into two single coins, and used one to go through the turnstile. They weren’t really turnstiles as nothing blocked your way. Maybe if you don’t drop in a coin or wave a ticket, something pops out to bar your way. Maps indicated three Metro lines: A/Green Line (opened in 1978), B/Yellow Line (not yet open), and C/Red Line (opened in 1974). After taking another escalator deep underground, to a simple, clean, and colorful station platform between two tracks. So different from the gray world above ground. Even the train was bright and its doors opened automatically. A woman’s voice made an announcement and then said “watch out for the doors” in English. As we traveled along, the voice announced the next station. I got off at the Leninova station (NB. Now Dejvická.) and wasn’t sure where to exit. I tried the tram exit and saw the Říjnová revoluce/October Revolution Circle with the large sculpture. Back down in the station I saw that the floors were muddied and that the restrooms were all locked. I found my way to an exit closer to the sculpture and walked down Jugoslávských partyzánů/Yugoslav Partisans Boulevard back to Družby náměstí/Friendship Square where the number 26 tram loops around. I wanted to see the tram operator switch tracks by getting out and manually maneuvering the switches with a crowbar. The next tram came along and the driver sent out a passenger to do the job!
Passenger switching the tram tracks
I snapped a picture as the tram driver waved, and I hoped it was a friendly wave. When he passed by he gave me a wink, so I guess it was a friendly wave!
Returned to the L’s apartment by 15:30. I began looking through their photo albums which were interesting not only because of where they had been, but because of how the photos were cropped and arranged. Often they took two pictures of a large building of top and bottom or of two sides, then put them together to make one picture.
That evening we got dressed up again for the prayer service at the Ambassador’s residence.
Prayer service memo
Not that we were Anglicans, but to see the residence! Usually going to a function at the Ambassador’s is more of a chore than a joy for Tom, but he was game tonight. We parked outside the gates of the White House-looking mansion with a large lighted Christmas tree over the portico. Up the marble front steps to the door opened by a white-jacketed man. Dot had me peek into the official foyer that was beautifully decorated with evergreens, white ornaments, and lights. We could hear piano music in an adjoining room. After shaking hands with someone from the Norwegian Embassy, we entered the parlor. We sat on folding chairs upholstered in blue velvet while Ambassador M and his wife sat on a settee to one side. There was a Czech crystal chandelier and the room was done in light blue with intricate relief decorations done in gold. The piano player was from the British Embassy. We arrived just before 18:00 and soon a man in vestments walked down the aisle and introduced the song to be sung. He introduced himself as Rev. Lindsay T and we sang a couple more songs. He then gave a sermon about the generation gap. He then blessed the Czech president by first name (Gustáv Husák) and Ronald. Even though he was on loan from the British Embassy he didn’t mention Margaret or Elizabeth! After a few more songs, the reverend left, and we sat to listen to the pianist. Then the Ambassador stood up and we all retired to the hall where the white-jacketed fellow was filling up tea cups. Dot and I went to the elegant library, where another guy said you could get smart just by sitting there… We also went to the smoking room. I don’t know if it was a smell, the sounds, the appearance, or all of the above that gave me a strange feeling of awareness of wealth. I used to feel that way at the B’s villa in Italy. The cups in the hall turned out to hold a sweet cinnamon-flavored tea. As we were sipping, Mrs. M came up and invited me to a young people’s party that Saturday at 19:00 with a buffet dinner, a movie, and dancing. I regretfully declined as I was going home on Saturday, but what an honor to be invited to the Ambassador’s party!
Before we left we peeked in the foyer bathroom. On the grounds was a cute gatehouse used by an Embassy official, and behind a similar façade (and only a façade!) was the garden.
We returned to the L’s and remembered to bring up Evonna’s package from the trunk of the car. We changed into casual clothes, and I felt like a real socialite having to make an appearance at several different functions!
Dot allowed Tom to open one gift before we left, from Austrian Airlines which brings the courier bags. It was a calendar showing the “Paths of Austria” including 2-rut dirt roads and a worn path through a bed of flowers. Very artsy, but nothing particularly Austrian. Later his boss wanted to know what the gift was (she got the same package), but Tom didn’t want to spoil her surprise and claimed it was the strangest thing to cross his “path.”
Christmas Eve Buffet Dinner invitation
Christmas Eve Buffet Dinner invitation
At 20:00 we left to go to a Christmas Eve dinner buffet party at the apartment of a colleague of Tom, who lived in the Embassy complex. We restrained ourselves from waving at the Czech guard! Tom used his key to open the large wooden doors. There was no Marine in the reception booth, but they promised a Marine was watching on television monitors. We went through the unmarked door Tom uses to go to work and up several flights of stairs. We smiled at the television camera in a corner. We arrived at a door with a series of numbered switches next to it, and Dot punched in a code to open the door. We went up more stairs to a lobby with more cameras, and there were several doors, one of which had the security code switches. That is where Tom goes to work, and he said there are a couple more security doors beyond that one.
We knocked at an unmarked door and were welcomed by Kathy L who took our coats. Her husband, Dave, offered drinks. The Ls took beer and I tried a strawberry daiquiri (an interesting ice slush, but it didn’t taste good to me). Met Dick, the consul, and several others. The newcomer couple of David & Terry C have been relegated to the basement apartment. Tom’s loud, but funny boss, Connie, arrived. There was conversation, but no one touched the cheese and crackers. The cheese was fashioned into a Christmas tree shape. Finally Dave, when refilling drinks, passed the cheese and crackers. I went for the Doritos (ah, American snack food!). Later we became braver and attacked the cheese and crackers on our own, and I had some cheese puffs!
Kathy passed around a plate of salami slices that you dipped in horseradish. I was lucky, because these were set in the table in front of me. The Ls had a nice big full artificial Christmas tree, and it was even in a revolving stand! But it didn’t have half the character as the L’s tree! The other communications officer, Don, who was working, joined the party at 22:00 when the buffet dinner was set out. Slices of ham and roast beef. A wonderful warm potato salad, a bean salad, and fresh mixed-greens salad, with rolls. Marine Mark (obvious by the haircut) and his fiancée Josephine (who worked at the Dutch Embassy) arrived later.
When I went for seconds, I met Don at the table, who urged me to join the Foreign Service if I liked to travel. The conversation got wilder with Don there to banter with Dick. Tom certainly held his own.
Dessert was a choice of strawberry cheese cake or apple pie. And there was coffee. I was plenty full.
Czech jokes started flying. Like the 4-foot Czechoslovakian asking for asylum, and when he learned it would take some time to get approval, he asked if they could “cache a small Czech.” Or Czech president jokes such as the president has several telephones on his desk, but you can tell which is the hot line to Moscow because it has no mouthpiece. Another is when Soviet leader Leonid Brezhnev, East German leader Erich Honecker, and the Czech president go fishing. Brezhnev runs out of bait, walks across the water to get more, and returns safely. Same with Honecker. When the Czech runs out of bait, he tries to walk across the water but sinks. Brezhnev and Honecker wonder if they should tell him about the rocks.
There were Polish jokes as well and the host (with a Polish surname!) said he would show how a Pole pulls up his socks at 5:00. We didn’t stay that long, but heard that Mark showed how it was done and his fiancée was terribly embarrassed. (I think he pulls down his pants to pull up his socks.) There is a longer joke about a guy wanting a divorce because his wife is going to kill him. How does he know? She bought polish remover.
Don put pieces of Scotch tape on Dick’s hands and told him to hold his hands over his ears. Don said this is how the consul listens to his tapes.
We had planned on leaving at 23:00…

Thursday, December 24, 1981

Old Town Prague (12/23/1981)

Wednesday, December 23, 1981
Tom was off to work by 7:30. Dot had a phone call from Evonna who wanted to take us touring again, but had to go to the dentist.
Dot and I went to try and take a picture of the fish stall we saw between the tram stop and the apartment, but it wasn’t there today. The pigs’ heads in the windows of the butcher shop were still there! There was a snack bar at the tram stop that sold párek v rohlíku/sausage in a bun, the Czech hot dog.
Tram ticket
We boarded a tram in Družby náměstí/Friendship Square, and stood because we were going only a few stops. Passed a fruit stand that had a long line of customers. We traveled along the wide Jugoslávských partyzánů/Yugoslav Partisans Boulevard. When the tram turned onto Obránců míru/Defenders of Peace Street, we got off. Backtracked on Obránců míru and turned left on Tychnova where we passed a fenced-in complex guarded by soldiers. I teased that I should take a photograph, and Dot said not when these two guys were watching. Then I saw the two uniformed men sitting in a small car across the street. A bit further there was a soldier sitting in a jeep. It seemed too cold to be sitting in cars.
We followed Mariánské hradby/Marian fortification walls to the entrance of the castle. I though there was a soldier guarding the castle, but the guy in the booth was controlling the traffic signal! Dot said I should take my photo of the Katedrála svatého Víta/St Vitus Cathedral from here, because when you get up close you can not see it in its entirety.
Pražský Hrad/Prague Castle with
Katedrála svatého Víta/ St Vitus Cathedral spires
She also pointed out the green gates used by Czech officials, since the castle is still used for government purposes.
We crossed over a moat to a side entrance guarded by two Czech soldiers. We could hear thumping noises, which meant we had missed the changing of the guard where they hit the ground with the butt of their guns. We entered a second courtyard where Dot took us out another side entrance past a restaurant to Hradčanské náměstí/Castle Square that faces the official entrance to the castle.
Pražský Hrad/Prague Castle main entrance
The Swiss Embassy was located on this square. We went to one side to see if we could see across the city, but it was too smoggy.
View from castle square
 View of Kostel svatého Mikuláše Malá Strana/
St Nicholas Church of Lesser Town
We entered the first courtyard of Pražský hrad/Prague Castle that had two tall thin conical flagpoles made of pine on each side of the gate to the second courtyard. The second courtyard had a Baroque fountain (work of stone-mason Francesco de Torre and sculptor Jeroným Kohl in 1686) and a wrought-iron grille covered well. We paid 2 CZK/20 cents to enter the Královská cesta/Chapel of the Holy Rood (built in 1758-63 by A. M. Lurago) which houses the treasures of St Vitus Cathedral, including reliquaries (lots of ulnae!).
Chapel of the Holy Rood ticket
We paid 1 CZK/10 cents to listen to a tape describing the chapel. We were to see several of these tape stations in tall gunmetal boxes offering informaton in eight languages. There was a profusion of jewels that were guarded only by four old ladies.
After warming our toes, we went to the coldest place in Prague, the third courtyard of the castle. There you had to look straight up to see the façade of Katedrála svatého Víta, Václava a Vojtěcha/Cathedral of St Vitus, St Adalbert and St Wenceslas (founded in 1344, lots of stops and starts, finally finished in 1929). We entered the cathedral and right away it felt cooler. A chill draft seemed to arise from the floor. Checked out the Wenceslas Chapel that has his tomb in the center. The windows almost looked like they were painted over, but one of the 1 CZK tapes said it was the work of a modern artist. We paid 2 CZK/20 cents to enter the Royal Crypt.
St Vitus Crypt ticket
It was not as cold here, where the Bohemian royalty were re-buried in the 1930s. The original marble mausoleum (built in 1571-89 by Dutch sculptor A. Collin) was back up in the cathedral along with the Baroque bonanza of silver, the tomb of St John of Nepomuk (created in 1733-36 by goldsmith J. Würth; at 20 tonnes it is allegedly the biggest silver object in the world), including velvet drapes held by flying cherubs.
Back outside we noted the asymmetry of the styles of stained glass windows. Around to the left of the cathedral we stopped at the popular Restaurant Vikárka. In the bar with tiny wooden tables and wooden stools, we ordered tea, and the waiter asked if we wanted cake. Since we hadn’t had lunch, we said yes. The tea came in glasses without handles and the cake was really a dessert; a green gelatin with layers of cookie-like pastry, cut in wedges. In the gelatin were canned apricots and grapes, and the whole thing was topped with whipped cream. Not what we expected, but tasty. The bill came to only 15.80 CZK/$1.50, but we left two dollar’s worth of korunas.
In the fourth courtyard of Pražský hrad/Prague Castle we saw the plain façade of the Klášter svatého Jiří/St George’s Convent housing the National Gallery’s Bohemian art next to the colorful Italianate/Romanesque? façade of Bazilika svatého Jiří/St George’s Basilica. St George’s was closed today.
Gothic building in St George's Square
Bazilika svatého Jiří/St George’s Basilica
Behind the castle we walked down the unique Zlatá ulička/Golden Lane; according to legend it is where alchemists worked and lived. The lane was a dead end with 11 houses painted in bright colors. Now they are souvenir shops or sell books or records. House number 22 is where writer Franz Kafka lived for a couple years.
Zlatá ulička/Golden Lane
Zlatá ulička/Golden Lane
Zlatá ulička/Golden Lane
We returned to the other side of St Vitus Cathedral to pay 2 CZK/20 cents to enter the Starý královský palace/Old Royal Place.
Royal Palace ticket
We had to be guided to the proper door to enter, and then needed help to open the ancient door. We were in the large empty Vladislav Hall (built 1493–1502 by Benedikt Rejt) where only one of three large chandeliers was lit. Apparently this is where coronations took place and it was big enough to host the jousting of knights. The next room was called the Diet, which was very dark and contained rows of benches upholstered in red. Behind the hall we could look down into the Chrám Všech svatých/All Saints Church.
We found a suite of rooms off to the right, which were the chancellor’s chambers with a porcelain furnace and a desk with two chairs. The 1 CZK tape told us two men were thrown from these windows! (1618 witnessed the beginning of the uprising to the Czech Estates when two governors and a scribe were thrown into the castle ditch from its window.) Through the window you could look down on the castle gardens.
We left the castle complex and walked down Slovenské národní povstání/Slavic Uprising Street. A young man walking ahead of us fell, picked himself up to walk another couple wobbly steps, then fell again. Apparently drunkards are common in Prague, but they cause no one else any problems. No one wants to call the police to help, since it might get the drunkard in trouble. So like the other gentleman in front of us, we walked past the fallen fellow.
Dot decided to take me through the shopping district on Dejvická. Passed a fish stall where a boy left with a flapping fish. It was 16:00 and already dark outside. We passed a crowded supermarket. There were very few fresh fruits; any citrus fruits would come from Cuba, the only citrus-growing nation friendly with the Communist bloc. One butcher’s shop had a whole pig in the window, with a red ribbon across its back (Christmas greetings?). The groceries generally were full of empty shelving, with an occasional can or two in plain paper wrapping. A souvenir shop had wooden products with etched designs. I saw a wooden clock with “Made in USSR” written on it. There was a line at the toy store where the window displayed a few cheap plastic objects.
There was a hustle and bustle of people on the street, but a noticeable lack of color. All the clothing was in grays and browns and blacks. Rarely did you see a young person dressed like a Westerner, and if you did, you figured she was a Westerner.
We had seen a small sample of quality products in the Tuzek store, but none of it would be available to a typical Czech person. Czechoslovakia exports all their top quality goods, and if a Czech wants Czech crystal, he has to go to Hungary or Yugoslavia where it is plentiful! It is no wonder that there is a black market. All the available local products are so cheap that no one buys it if they can help it. Yet, they will pay exorbitant prices for Western products, sight unseen! Tom mentioned that Czech employees at the Embassy are always asking to buy your radio or stereo, whether or not you were planning to sell. It is said that every Czech has plenty of money, they just don’t have anything to spend it on.
As we walked home, many street lights were still not on. That is common, and often traffic signals do not work in order to “save” electricity. We saw folks carrying home Christmas trees, and it looked like they were carrying a single branch!
We arrived at the apartment at 17:00 and had tea and cookies, including real chocolate chip cookies! When Tom came home, they had the letter ritual again. Normally the mail comes once a week, but because of the Christmas season, when a bag fills up, it is sent. Tom had his two half-liter bottles of beer. Czech beer is said to be the best in the world. The Czech Budvar beer is supposed to be the origin of Budweiser beer in the U.S. The Ls drink Plzeňský Prazdroj/Pilsner Urquell. I tried a sip, and I could tell it was somehow richer, but it still tasted like beer! There is a number on the label, 12 degrees, which refers to the density of the beer, and Czech beer is one of the densest. It is also supposed to be nutritious and aid in digestion. All non-beer drinkers should drink it with their meals!
We dressed up to go out to dinner at 19:30. Drove to an area below the castle with streets lined with old fashioned street lamps that were once gas-fueled. Valdštejnská gives the appearance of a street in the olden days. We arrived at Malostranské náměstí/Lesser Town Square and parked at St Nicholas Church. Across the street was the U Mecenáše/Patron Restaurant. The front window was barred with old black shutters on which was lettered the name of the restaurant. Next to the window were a pair of blackened wooden doors.
U Mecenáše/Patron Restaurant
I wouldn’t have known it was a restaurant, whether it was open, nor where to enter. The black doors led to an alley from which there was a door to the restaurant. A man with a black tie greeted us at the door as we entered a room with cloth-covered wooden tables and chairs. Tom said “Good evening,” in English and indicated we had U.S. Embassy reservations. We were shown through a doorway covered by curtains into a room with a desk, a door to the kitchen, and a coat check. A young girl took our coats in return for a number (usually the coat check person is an old woman!).
Coat check number
Do we pay a fee? (The old lady coat checkers always make sure they get paid with an outstretched hand!) The girl wasn’t looking for anything, so we continued through another curtained doorway. Here was a wonderful little room, with tables covered with large white linens and the chairs and settees upholstered in a rich brocade. The waiter in black tie and jacket pulled out the table to allow Dot to sit on the settee and I took a chair on one side. When the table was pushed in place, Tom sat opposite Dot. The waiter indicated if my chair was too low I could have a pillow. There was a fireplace, iron grillework on one wall, and a leaded window made from round pieces of glass.
There was one other party of eight in the restaurant. They seemed to be from the Canadian Embassy. The Ls found they could easily tune out foreign conversations, but on the rare occasions they heard English, their ears perked up to eavesdrop.
Tom ordered a Moravian champagne, a local vintage they preferred over the Russian champagne that was offered, as an apéritif. The Russian champagne was likely to be very expensive.
The waiter then asked what we would like for the hors d’oeuvre. His English was pretty good, but his French was terrible! We were given three choices: Hungarian salami, chicken ragù, or deep fried chicken. We each had a different appetizer. The slices of salami covered a large plate and came with a couple pats of butter, which we used with the bread sitting on a side table. We were all able to have some salami which was very good. Tom started with the chicken ragù: shredded chicken in a white sauce with a layer of melted cheese on top and I had the fried chicken, which was tasty. Tom and I switched plates halfway through. The ragù was the least favorite, but was still good. Our plates were cleared the moment we were finished, even if others were still eating, a sign of good service. They certainly were not rushing you, since you can stay as long as you like; they have only one sitting at a meal in the restaurants.
Next came a plate with sliced tomatoes with a mound of roughly grated cheese in the middle. It was covered with a pale dressing with a hint of spice. This plate was put to one side, so we would know it was a side dish! We were lucky to have a salad, since it is not always available. The Ls have learned not to ask for salad, because the waiters are embarrassed if they have none. There were salted almonds on the table for us to nibble.
The waiter was attentive to keeping the wine glasses filled. At one point Tom had asked for a second bottle of the champagne. Later we wondered if the waiter had forgotten, but then the waiter immediately came out with a bottle. That confirmed that our conversation was being monitored! The Ls are always joking as if their home and the places they reserve in the name of the US Embassy are being bugged. They have been told to assume their apartment is bugged.
For our entrée we also had three choices: Moussaka (the Greek eggplant dish), some meat covered with ham and cooked in egg with a dash of garlic, and some chicken dish. Dot chose the moussaka. I made the faux pas of asking which was the most typically Czech dish. The waiter looked down his nose at me and stated they only offered “specialties.” I was so embarrassed! Although the waiter was tactful, I felt bad that the Ls were taking me to such a nice restaurant, and I probably was asking for the equivalent of a hamburger? I chose the second dish because of the “dash of garlic.” So did Tom.
The waiter dished out Dot’s moussaka from a casserole, and Tom and I were given our mystery meat dishes. It seemed to be pork which did indeed have a slice of ham and was cooked in an omelette. I didn’t taste any garlic; it was really just a “dash.” It was covered with strands of cheese that the Liens feared was sauerkraut, but it was not. It came with peas and rice, plus a fried dumpling. It was a delicious meal and we were given plenty of time to digest.
As the waiter handed out desserts to the Canadians, we heard “Flambé” and eagerly awaited the flames. But there were none. We were given the dessert choices of pancakes or ice cream flambé. Dot passed on dessert, but Tom and I asked for the ice cream. The waiter brought out a gas burner that he placed on the side table and lighted. He had two servings of a square lump of vanilla ice cream with a bit of chocolate in it, sitting on pineapple chunks with whipped cream and a maraschino cherry on top. He poured a little orange liqueur on the plate, then went to turn off the lights. He heated a spoon, filled the spoon with liqueur and put it in the gas flame. It lit up with a pretty blue flame. He poured the burning liqueur onto the dish, and the blue flames licked their way around the plate. I was mesmerized by the dancing wreath of flames. When the flames finally died out, they turned the lights back on. It was a nice little dessert. We were served coffee, and I was warned to let it sit for a while, to allow the coffee grounds to sink to the bottom, and don’t drink it to the last drop. I let the coffee settle, then realized I wanted to stir in sugar. I had to let it settle again. It tasted like an Italian espresso. Afterwards I noted there was a 1 cm layer of silt at the bottom!
The waiter cleared away the dishes and removed the side table. A glass plate of sugar packets was on the edge of the table and fell, shattering the glass. The waiter seemed devastated; whether because it marred the service that is so important to them, or because he would have to pay to replace the plate. He disappeared for a long time.
As we sat at the table I heard a sound like creaking wood, and at first thought I was unconsciously rubbing my boot against the table leg. But I kept perfectly still and continued to hear the sound. The Ls thought it sounded like a recording device gone haywire! They felt under the table and came out with black fingertips!
All during the meal there was recorded music, mostly old American songs. Later it sounded like they played a BeeGees album, followed by Barbra Streisand.
The bill came wrapped in a napkin, and from what I could tell, it was 300+ CZK. Tom left four-100 CZK bills/$40 total and a couple packs of cigarettes as a tip. The best tip you can leave is a pack of Marlboro cigarettes! At Christmas, US Embassy staff give their Czech employees bottles of Scotch or cartons of cigarettes. Apparently these do not get smoked or drunk, but are passed along in a continuous flow of favors. For instance, the waiter might give a pack to his butcher for a better cut of meat. Then the butcher will give the same pack to a taxi driver to get him to drive faster. Etc. The U.S. does not condone it, but they know about the “bottle and carton” system.
We walked out to the coat check and no one was there, so we had to retrieve our own coats. No place to leave a tip. The host had to unlock the door to let us out of the restaurant.
Back at the apartment you could smell sauerkraut in the hallway, a typical Czech dish.
Tom wanted to open Christmas presents! He had already opened a gift from his Czech secretary, a nice Nativity set made with corn husks.