Good museums, Good food, Good theatre... what more could I want?

    Today the girls and I had different things that we wanted to see, so I set out to see some potentially less popular things on my own.
    I spent a lot of time in Wenceslas Square again attempting (and, unfortunately, not succeeding) to go shopping and going to the Communist Museum. The Communist Museum was a jostling experience, as you could imagine. As it is a more recent part of our history than the subjects of most other European museums, some of the artifacts were so familiar that I could have found in my grandparents basement. Not that my grandparents were Communists, but, you get the idea. Towards the end of the museum there was a small room with a television showing footage of some Communism-related events that occurred in Prague. Several scenes were shot in Wenceslas Square, right around the corner, where I myself had been walking about twenty minutes prior. It was SO surreal to imagine some of this stuff going down during my lifetime.
    Later I went, on a whim, to a Chocolate Museum. What might that entail?, one might wonder. Statues made out of chocolate, perhaps? No. Some gentleman has recently developed what I suppose we could refer to as an “art form” where he paints with different kinds of melted chocolate. There were portraits, landscapes, etc., painted in chocolate. They were kind of neat. Very unusual, to be sure. In the last room of the museum, there was a place where you could make your own chocolate painting, which, OF COURSE, I did. I painted a picture of me being in Prague, alone and full of wonder, and left it on the floor to add to the museum’s collection.
    Later I fell upon (thanks to my book...) a DELICIOUS french restaurant called La Provence (SO Czech, huh) for an early dinner. It was lovely... sitting by the window sill lined with gardenias, Louis Armstrong in the background and typical Czech art nouveau on the walls, hearing almost familiar French voices at the table nearby... perfect, perfect, perfect. I can’t seem to shed my apparent obsession for the aforementioned, as kitschy as it may be. I enjoyed a luscious salad and an incredible rabbit dish that was probably the best rabbit I’ve ever eaten. Not that I haven’t been enjoying Czech cuisine, but this place was an absolute joy for my palate. I sat and pondered my surprise of how easy it was to travel alone, and the fact that I love traveling, but hate travelers. Maybe I will write a book called “The Rights of the Traveler” about etiquette and such.
    Speaking of completely delicious, I must say that in one day I indulged in at least two trips to the Old Town center to grab some “staromestsky trdelnik” from a little cart. Don’t ask me how to pronounce that. Especially that last part. Whatever it is, it’s totally delicious. It’s some sort of warm bread that’s wrapped up like a muffler and is covered in cinnamon and sugar. There’s something amazing about it. I became obsessed with it, and ate it way too many times. The chick working there probably thought I had a crush on her.
    Come evening I went to go see a blacklight show, which is another kind of performance allegedly special in Prague. The performers dress in black and tell their story with puppets, marionettes, and moving set pieces that are in white or neon colors. The only lights in the room are black lights, which disguises the “actors” and highlights the rest. I don’t know if people would enjoy it as much if they didn’t (as I did, thank you drama class) already know the plot of Faust, which is what the performance was based on. However, the show was actually really interesting and I would definitely recommend seeing something like this to anyone traveling to Prague. It was mesmerizing to watch. It was more of an experience than mere spectating because you are no longer separated by the dark. The characters, too, are immersed in the darkness, thus blurring the fourth wall and making you feel much more involved. I very much enjoyed it.
    I met up with the girls back at the hostel to share stories, feeling very accomplished in my day’s activities.