Prague, from Kafka to Carmen, a bittersweet symphony

Today's itinerary ran the gamut, from absurdest writer to hedonistic gypsy with a cup of chocolate fondue in between. As If I'd died and gone to heaven.  

Prague and Paris are Europe's two most visited cities, each full of fantastic distractions. Nota Bene: Prague is far more affordable than La Lumiere.  

We meandered over to the posh district where Franz Kafka's museum lives, a mecca I'd visited before.  Perhaps the existential writer would appreciate the notion Godot has arrived.

This city of old souls, torment, multiple cultures and communities shift through the city's imagination.  Not unlike Rome and its seven hills, a city in the basin cut in two by the Vlata. 

Peklo Restaurant, as atmospheric as the name implies, peklomeaning inferno or hell...I order a local wine and enjoy roasted duck and red cabbage. Again, heaven. 

Carmen was playing at the State Opera House, odd I often how forget how many known melodies live within the librettos of our famous operas.  If travel is too stressful you can feel and read all about this city by its finest writers in in Prague A Traveler's Literary Companion, Kafka, Gustav Meyrink, Jan Neruda and the rest or another book I bought to enhance called, Daniela Hodrova's "Prague, I see a city..." an exquisite journey about a city that appeared a hostile living creature to residents like Kafka as well as one of the most magical and mysterious of cities, a bittersweet symphony, indeed.