Dobre den! (That’s about all the Czech I can properly pronounce! It means “hello”.) We spent last weekend in the lovely, if tourist-crowded, Prague – an easy five-hour train ride directly from Berlin. The four quarters of the old city offered just about enough to keep us occupied for four days: on Friday we meandered through the New and Old Towns to see St Wenceslas Square, the Municipal Building (gorgeous Art Nouveau architecture), the Old Town Square and the Charles Bridge. Rainy, cold Saturday saw us through the Castle and Little Quarters, where we visited the Castle and St Vitus Cathedral (all while dodging huge tour groups), and had dinner at a fantastic monastery brewery (pork steaks with goat cheese plus potatoes plus micro-brew equals YUM). The Jewish Museum – in the Jewish quarter of the Old Town, naturally – was open on Sunday; the old cemetery was astounding with generations of gravestones, jumbled and skewed and half-buried as new layers have been added. When the sun came out in the late afternoon we headed up the hill above the river to the park with the Prague Metronome to take some fantastic photos of the city and enjoy a drink in the beer garden overlooking the river. We took things a bit slow on Monday, attempting to ride the funicular up Petřín hill to the Eiffel-like Lookout Tower (sadly, the funicular was closed) before visiting the final two synagogues of the Jewish Museum and then catching a train home. Strangely, it was a relief to be back in Germany, where we can both at least pronounce the language!