Downtown Prague feels like a fairytale village—like an old town scaled up to a city. The architecture is stunning, with intricate mazes of streets. But that’s where the good stops.
There are too many loud young tourists from everywhere.
The food is meh (though, to be fair, I’ve only had one dinner, and it was Italian).
People smoke everywhere, the streets are dirty, and the souvenir shops and supermarkets are obnoxiously gaudy, overstimulating, and unbearably hot, with harsh interrogation lighting.
The air is humid; the sky is grey—which is obviously not Prague’s fault.
I came with too high of an expectation for Prague, and so far, I’m not impressed.
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