The Fledgling Flâneurs are about to park it for a while. We leave Prague in 36 hours. Steve will go to Savannah to get our stuff and drive it to Boulder; I will go to Tulsa for my 40th high school reunion. We will be together in our new rental condo in Boulder at the end of the first week of October. In the meantime, here is what has been going on in Prague:

I went to the National Museum the other day. The building itself is a work of art. It stands at the top of Wenceslas Square, in a prominent position. The collection is wide-ranging, to say the least. It’s mostly a natural history museum, with minerals, fossils, dinosaur skeletons, models of all manner of fish, fowl and mammals and a huge exhibit about evolution. It also has exhibits about the history of Prague, Czech culture, a pantheon with statues of eminent personages, a children’s museum and a small exhibition about the Czech first ladies. You can go up to a cupola with a viewing platform and get a 360 degree view of the city. I spent hours there and loved it.

I must comment on the First Ladies of Czechia exhibit. My friends, the state of first lady fashion over here is … not good. Only Mrs. Vaclav Havel seemed remotely fashionable; her predecessors and successors … not so much. Dagmar Havlová, whom Vaclav Havel married after his first wife died, was an actress, and had the advantage of being fairly young (mid-40s, like Hilary and Michelle!) when she became first lady, so it’s not surprising she knew how to dress.

As for the rest of the lot, I can’t really blame the ladies whose husbands rose to power behind the Iron Curtain. They were old, fat and probably couldn’t get a decent bolt of fabric or a pair of Italian shoes if their lives depended on it. It was grim. I mean, I wasn’t expecting Michelle Obama, but boy howdy, these gals were dowdy. The husbands were not exactly Mr. Czechia material, either, to be fair. The current first lady, Eva Pavlová, who is my age (!), is holding her own as a middle-aged woman. She looks okay, and kind of reminds me of Hilary.

Anyhoo, we also recently visited Prague Castle, which is a whole compound, including the castle, several palaces, cathedral, basilica, museum, row housing for servants and artisans, gardens and a couple of restaurants. Its sits high above the city, and is apparently the largest ancient castle in the world. The view from up there is amazing.

The Czech president, Petr Pavel, lives there, presumably with his wife, the afore-mentioned Eva. She was in the Army and a member of the Communist Party until the Velvet Revolution. I’m kind of fascinated by her, but I’ve got to get out of this first lady rabbit hole!

Steve and I both think Prague would be a nice place to live. We don’t actually want to live here ourselves, as it’s too far away from the Weez and it would be very hard to learn the language. Still, the city has a lot going for it – beautiful architecture, arts and culture, affordability, good public transit, great restaurants, a laid-back vibe, nice people, centuries of history and even a good yoga studio!

The less said about the yoga studio, though, the better. On my third visit, there was an incident. First of all, the classes offered in English were way above my skill level. It was patently obvious, but I thought I was doing OK. I was feeling pretty good about myself for going and giving it my best shot. The teachers were nice and welcoming, even though I pretty clearly didn’t belong. Then, on the third visit, while attempting to transition from a low lunge to Warrior II, I lost my balance and fell backwards, posterior first, into a big window. The glass shattered. Thank goodness it was the interior window, with another one about six inches further out that I did not break, or I might have fallen all the way out and down one story to the pavement below. I’m not sure whether the window or my pride took the bigger hit that day. Obviously, I can never show my face there again. Maybe I should start being nicer about the Czech first ladies, too. I doubt any of them ever broke a window with their fat asses. In fact, I’m willing to bet that no one else has ever done that. Well, it can’t get much worse, so I’m going to get back to it when we return to Boulder. Thankfully, the studio there is on the ground level.