I have really fallen for Brno. While Prague was gorgeous, cultured and buzzing, Brno feels more human and intimate. The air smells lovely from all the horse chestnut trees in bloom, the views from the cathedral are gorgeous, the market was full of fresh veg, plants and flowers, and the aquarium has a european catfish! (only a small one, about 4 feet long). In the museum there was also an exhibition by Vlasty Tře?ň?ka. I particularly liked the portrait of Pope John Paul as Marilyn Monro on the hot air vent, showing his american jeans on under his robe.
We have been completely blessed by the weather, we haven´t seen a cloud until today, when we have had a spectacular thunderstorm while we are in here.
It still feels very odd being away from home, and I am especially missing George and my garden. But, as compensation, I love trams, and Andy is getting fed up with my insistance that we take the tram everywhere. They are so much fun - all the high, nosy view of a bus and none of the bumps and squished-upness. Although you can walk across Brno centre in about 10 minutes, taking the tram is much cooler!
I am coping OK for food, and getting better at making sure that I find stuff to cook. We even tracked the elusive Veggie restaurant to its lair yesterday, having stalked it thorough Munich and Prague. It was great not to worry about it and just be able to eat from the buffet. Unfortunately veggies apparently never eat on the weekends though so it won´t be open tomorrow.
Andy wants to go home now, so off I go.