November 8 Prague

We rounded a corner and Mike spotted a group of festive little outdoor houses. Hoping it was a Christmas market, we headed over.

About twenty matching huts formed a large circle around the square. Evergreen branches and orange flowers decorated the rooflines of each wooden hut selling something delicious to eat. We bought our lunch from a woman who had five huge pots of potato dishes: we chose a spaetzle with sausage and a dish with cabbage and beef, both orange from paprika and perfectly spicy.

Another hut sold hot spiced wine, red or white. A charming young man said it’s a winter drink; I was surprised at the generous size of the servings he poured me.

We seemed to be eating with locals. The meal for two cost about $12. We stood at round tables and ate with plastic forks. The wine was delicious and fortifying.

We agreed that lunch was our favorite experience today. But we also shopped at an outdoor market,

visited the Mucha Museum,

enjoyed coffee shops,

looked at more architecture and sculptures,

visited a weird underground “Kafka experience,”

watched a French choir sing at St Nicholas Church,

took a nap, ate a vegetarian dinner at a fancy restaurant, and finished the evening at an underground jazz club.

Fitbit logged in at about nine miles. We’re in our huge, soft bed under the duvet, ready to call it a day!