Richard might go for the whiskey, but we were in Vinohrady after all, so I went for the red wine. We had wandered out looking for an after dinner drink, but were suddenly disenchanted with the old city. Strange, huh? Here we are smack dab in the middle of one of the oldest, most enchanting cities in Europe (don't dispute me here, let's keep going with it) and it's not as if we don't appreciate it. Every time I pass through the square and look up at the Chram Tyn towers I can't help but agree with all of my fellow tourists pointing their cameras at them. But it is not a neighborhood and as we have discovered, Rich and I crave neighborhoods. Especially ones with a lovely, woody kavarna.
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