It’s my final day in Prague for now and if I see another piece of pork,  I will run for the hills.  No disrespect, but can we mix it up a smidge?  I’ve managed to keep the pigs away: Last night it was back to Cotto Crudo for penne and some duck foie, and today it was veal at Savoy.  I rather like the food, but I need to move on because otherwise I’m going Sumo.

Thank goodness I run every day.  Today was another three sweat drenched miles.

I love this city, it has depth and mystery and lots of fear.  So much is implicit.

I didn’t do much cooking here, unfortunately, but the food was plentiful and inexpensive.

It’s a sad place with very beautiful women, some of the best walking in the world, and buildings designed by Italian architects that evoke a different time when loss was more apparent.