Prague's Charles Bridge and Mala Strana
We stayed in Prague for three and a half days and given that short of time, it was impossible to see everything. Within that time frame though we did manage to see a lot. Of course, I would like to go back and visit the city once more but on a leisurely pace next time. There is still so much to do and explore if and when we return.
One of the sights I just had to see right away was the famous Charles Bridge. I never realized how beautiful and impressive the bridge was. It was truly magnificent. All throughout our stay in Prague, we walked on it everyday, at least twice a day. Since we were there at peak tourist season, the whole city was packed with visitors. Although I heard English spoken here and there, majority of the tourists I saw were Europeans. I even saw and heard many Spaniards. I certainly was glad to see many people from Spain there given the country's economic crisis.
Right before anyone walked on the Charles Bridge, one passed by Square of the Cross where two churches stood.
It was really impossible to have a solo shot on the bridge given the crowds. Here's one of myself touching the figure of the Lord Jesus on the bronze decor on the bridge for blessings and good luck. There were literally hundreds of other people waiting all around Marc and me to touch the same religious icon. This picture was taken in a quick second.
This is the area of Mala Strana one arrives in upon crossing the Charles Bridge from Old Town. A walk further down this street towards the St. Nicholas Cathedral lead us to Prague's one and only Filipino Food Store. We were pleasantly surprised to find it and see food stuff from my native Philippines sold here. I found out that it had just opened a few months prior to cater to a tiny group of Filipino expats numbering less than 300 for the entire city of Prague and the Czech Republic.
We visited this church several times in the span of one afternoon. The first time we went, a Spanish mass was being celebrated. Not wanting to take pictures and coming across as disrespectful while mass was going on, we left, and returned at the time when we thought the service was over. When we arrived the second time, an Italian mass but without any attendees was then being celebrated. That time, we just started taking pictures since all the other tourists were doing the same thing. I bought a rosary here. After shopping at the church's gift shop, we visited the museum also inside the church.