More Touristy Stuff

I am now the proud owner of a Satan maroinette.  Don’t ask.  I have also visited the Prague Franz Kafka museum which is as impressive as it is pretentious, which is to say very.  However, perhaps the highlight of the day is the one occurring right now, the 21st century equivalent of the grand old writer’s cliche as I commit my thoughts to digital paper, cigarette dangling out of my mouth, in an old cafe noted for playing host to many artists and writers of old, a live pianist somewhere in the background with a genuine Manet painting in the building.

Obscenely pretentious?  Just a little.  But fun too.