An evening underground
Trip Start Sep 20, 2009
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Next came the exciting part of the evening. With full stomachs, we took a short subway ride that brought us two blocks north of Prague's famous Charles Bridge. As always, huge crowds were gathering around the landmark. A quick glance of the bridge revealed obnoxious stag parties heading to the “cabaret”, older locals on their way home from church, and couples heading out to dinner at one of the endless Italian restaurants that seem to have taken over the city’s food landscape (no complaints here). With our map in hand, we started to navigate the maze-like Old Town of Prague. We’re starting to get used to how beautiful it is here, but I should restate it: Every building on every street is stunning. Copper roofs, vibrant coloured concrete and beautifully adorned windows that seem to all have fresh flowers bursting out of them. Despite the clear beauty of the buildings, Natalie and I were about to find out that some of the city’s gems lay underground.
We were able to find our destination, adhering to every possible gender stereotype in the process. I’m convinced I have the navigational prowess of a team of boyscout leaders. And Natalie would ask for directions or help from every man, woman, and child on the street if she had her way. Anyways, we got to our destination. We turned off of a side street to an even-more-on-the-side street and found an unremarkable door leading down a flight of cement stairs. Nice.
We make our way down the stairs and come into a dark medieval-like cellar that seats around 25 people. It’s filling up with Czech hippies and cigarette smoke. The ceiling can’t be more than eight feet high. Hard wooden seats are arranged around the walls. We end up sitting beside what looks to be an old well. This is a Czech jazz bar. Tonight, we’re in for the musical stylings of 2Generations. The band consists of a long-haired blonde guy with a tie-dyed shirt and a peace symbol necklace and his longer-haired father whose sizeable belly was bared through his unbuttoned dress shirt for most of the evening. I don’t know if Mr. Cowell would approve of the look, but they could jam. We watched for a couple of hours as they hammered away on 3 or 4 guitars and basses each. Natalie has pinpointed their style as “funk/folk jazz”. It was a memorable experience to be sure, and we’ve already decided that we’re heading back to see the big band that’s coming next week. And Nat’s excited. Even if it’s on a school-night.