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... is done, and yup, it was cold. After the tour we went to dinner at the brewery restaurant. I had beef filet roasted in Pilsner and sausage. We sat with two gentlemen from Romania - that was very interesting! I slept the whole way back and it was very late when we returned- which is why this post is so late!
Today we are waiting for a bus to take us to Karlovy Vary which is a spa town and the location of the Moser Glass ...
... the end of WWII the bells of the church had been
stolen, and there was a community effort to replace them with remanufactured
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Next was the world's 3rd largest Synagogue,
built at the end of the 19th century by the two and a half thousand Jewish who
used to call Plzen home before WWII. After the war, only about 200 remianed,
and of them almost none returned to the city. So, while almost ...
The main, and really only reason for our visit to Pilsen (or Plzen) was … you guessed it …. for beer!!! Apart from the beer, Pilsen has a nice old town, and is the European Capital of Culture for 2015. It is also on the Lonely Planet’s top 10 places to visit in Europe for 2014, so it has to
have something going for it!!!
There is a nice main square (Republic Square) which has the obligatory big old church, ...
Time to leave Prague, Dieter would be outside the hotel near 11am. We had breakfast that the hotel served: toast, meat, cheese, tomatoes and coffee. From breakfast we finished packing then went out to the square to buy some chocolates, macaroons and a cappuccino. We met Dieter, threw our things into the back of the car and were off.
On the way Dieter suggested that we go to a summer palace in Pilsen and we agreed. When we got to Pilsen it was lunch time so of ...
... shops and cafés. We've today seen hang gliders, gliders and, landing in an adjacent field a few minutes ago, a hot air balloon. Another hot sunny day and last night I collected my first mossie bite. Ten minutes after draining my shoulder it floated into the beam of my torch. A delightfully executed up swinging backhand Federer-style with my electric racquet resulted in a satisfying crack, flash and sizzle and the slight whiff of chargrilled ...