Stayed in Prague this weekend on account of feeling like an invalid. Let's just say that I'm lucky to be living in an era where the concept of "survival of the fittest" is no longer relevant.
Thursday night, after excessive begging on my part, my Hungarian friend Tamas let me in on a secret to getting cheap Opera tickets. How cheap? 2 dollars. Although, we almost didn't get them, because (as expected), the Czech ticket lady was being very difficult (indifferent, cold service is ubiquitous in the Czech Republic). After some impressive insistence by Tomas, we found ourselves on the the ground floor, in the 9th row. Quite a change from the last row, second balcony view I'm used to.
La Traviata was amazing. Romance. Lies. Courtesans. Pretty dresses. Read on!
