At the risk of making a snap judgement on a city I’ve only been in for a few hours, I can’t helping but compare Prague to Disneyland. The cobbled, curved streets! The colourful buildings painted yellow and peach with wooden shutters on small windows! A little cobblestoned bridge covered in statues that cars can’t drive on! I keep expecting Belle from Beauty and the Beast to throw open her shutters and start bitching about the baker’s bread in her poor provincial town as I round every corner. It’s beautiful.
Of course there are no rides here like in Disneyland, but Prague really makes up for it by having tons of quaint little cannabis shops. Picture a Disney theme park dotted with stores where you can buy Mickey Mouse ears, but replace the mouse ears with weed and then multiply that number of shops by ten. Add to that the fact that the Czech Republic is also world famous for it’s lager so lots of beer is sold everywhere, all of which creates a fun mix of young, wasted people, whooping loudly while wandering the streets with nothing but churches, a famous old clock, and a cobbled bridge for fun.
But wait— I would be remiss if I didn’t mention the Prague Sex Machines Museum— it seems fun. It claims to house 350 items but the ones I noticed were a chastity belt made out of metal containing what look like vampire teeth, a vibrator that appears to attach to a Kitchen Aid mixer (it comes with a guarantee!) and a dildo that looks like it was stitched out of an old baseball mitt.
You know what, never mind, it’s really not that much like Disneyland.
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