Most of the Czech countryside also still looks especially quaint and storybooklike, except for a few spots where the Communists built monstrous industrial new towns.
Untouched by twentieth century wars, Prague is probably Europe's best preserved large city, every bit as beautiful as I remembered it from 1996. The very large historic area now seems to be a vicim of its own beauty, evolving beyond just touristy into another expensive playground for the beautiful people, full of swish hotels with day spas, glam night clubs, and French-Asian fusion cuisine restaurants. Nevertheless, it's still possible to find a cheap bed and in a hostel fit for a Golem and a good plate of Moravian Wedding Feast (duck, roast goose, roast pork, smoked ham, sausages, 2 kinds of cabbage, and 3 kinds of dumplings dumplings). We also had a merry old time at U Fleku, 500 year old beer hall that brews its own beer and entertains the masses with accordeon and tuba players dressed up like characters from The Good Soldier Schweik.