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.