I couldn't miss this one. So my corner view this week is all the posts labeled books that I have written here so far. Scroll down and pick the one that attracts you the most. (and tell me which one it is).books
I couldn't miss this one. So my corner view this week is all the posts labeled books that I have written here so far. Scroll down and pick the one that attracts you the most. (and tell me which one it is).
Little piece of nature on the hill above Žižkov. The town is there, hidden in the dark, you see the silhouettes of the rooftops.
What is this little guy eating? Apple dumplings! They are halves of apples coated in dough made of ricotta, flour, egg and milk and boiled in hot water. The fruit inside gets hot and you sprinkle the dumplings with more ricotta, cinnamon, sugar and drawn butter on a plate. It sounds like dessert but believe me, we have it here as a main dish. We have other sweet main dishes, we eat strange here. And they are easy to make. The only thing is that each country has little different ricotta, butter and flour so the overall result depends on where you cook it. I have tried it.
I usually make plum dumplings or strawberry. These are raw ones before boiling. Bon Apetit!
I am taking a detour today from our corner view, I have a good excuse for it, although I think the theme was pretty neat. I don't have a mobile with a camera and no one has called me since the last corner view when I was on the street. So this picture is from the opening of a new apartment building round the corner from my house. It is very posh and hyper modern but what is it doing in old Žižkaperk? No, no, I am not going to complain about the intervention of the modern into the old, it is just that people who buy these apartments they wouldn't go in dirty old Žižkov with an apparent criminal activities going on under some business around the place, cheap bistros, strange types hanging out on the corner and pawnshops open all night for little thieves to sell their just stolen stuff. On the picture it looks nice, doesn't it? From the aesthetic point of view, I can't complaint, neither about the town nor the new building.

Taken on the 28th of October in the town where I was born. A parade with lampions (or Japanese lanterns as a dictionary says). On the 28th they celebrate a foundation of Czechoslovakia in 1918. However, for long years this holiday was covered by a different one, the Great October Revolution in Russia, which was supposed to ban a national feast in favor of a then more important one. A lampion parade was obligatory for school kids like me. (Have been talking a lot about living under communism lately, he..) And it is clearly visible what these two holidays absorbed - All Saints Day.

Eva Švankmajerová, her paintings are very dreamy. For weaker characters, they are actually nightmarish. I like her a lot. She died few years ago. You might know her stuff from the film Otesánek. I have written about her previously. The upper pictures are illustration for folk tales, the second one are her paintings in an exhibition catalog.
I found this postcard in my drawer yesterday evening. It brought me back ten years or more when I was wandering through Prague exploring its hidden sides (romantic ones). I bought it in one artsy shop at Nový svět (locals know), kind of a deserted street at the time with a feeling of a small town where time stood still. Such is the awkward link between this picture, love and my town.

Poppy heads ARE NOT a typical souvenir from Prague. But Dominik is cute with them.
Prague is pretty colorful for this theme. But wait, we have paneláky! They are all around Prague, they are like a ring that resembles medieval walls if I want to be poetic. Some hate them, some love them as it happens with the aesthetics of Brutalism. Sign of the former Eastern block. But it is all to blame to Corbisier, whom I like a lot.
Vlašim, bus station, yesterday afternoon.
Prague is blue. All year round.
For me, it used to be strolling the streets in the town, wandering aimlessly. Now, that I have a kid I cannot afford such a luxury. Now, it may sound strange for those who live in this busy touristy city but I still like Malá Strana (picture). There are few kind of hidden places, side from the main routes, where locals don't need to feel like tourists themselves. It is strange about tourists that they hold on the main stream and don't explore very much. Which is good. I may behave completely the same when I travel. Such is the satisfactory feeling that I am a discreet tourist myself.

For many years there was an empty site next to our building, after a nice 19th century house had been pulled down. The new building is not actually so bad. On the outside, the facade is quite monotonous, all because neighboring houses are plain as well, their 19th century facades had been disposed of all decorations during the maintenance by the socialist state (as far as I can say, it is only our block that looks so deprived). Meanwhile on the inside, the courtyard is very rich with little buildings and shelter-like structures as the old houses usually are in their backyards. Also, the main house has courtyard gallery on every store which is traditional living in this part of the town. So the whole house together with its strange lunar rover only alternates traditional setting of the old houses in this part of the town. Congratulations!
This is where we go with Dominik, he throws stones in the river and I get worried he is going to fall in. There are actually spots at the river where people can expose their bodies but to call it a beach is little exaggerated. I don't know if anyone goes to take a dip though. You would have to be very brave.
There was this women who lived in South Africa for a while. She had a housemaid, a helper who would come to her house every now and then. Once the housemaid brought someone to help her. Before work they had coffee. The second helper made it. She called it No fun coffee meaning it was going to be a strong one. They drank it and it was time to start work. But the second helper was ready for another cup. This time she made Baby coffee. A weaker one. Then Coffee Americano followed. Which was actually an Italian espresso. And a couple of others that the woman had special names for. She basically finished her coffee venture at the end of the shift but it is not important, the beautiful part is the names she used. This comes from a short article I read in a paper. The lady was Czech and shared her experience on having a household in South Africa. Since then my husband and I have either no fun coffee or baby coffee depending on the part of the day and daily portion of our humor.
As for the Czechs, they drink so called Turkish coffee which one would suppose must be coffee prepared in a džezva like they do in all Balkan countries but it is not. You put a spoonful of ground coffee straight in a cup and pour hot water over it. Done. Buon Apetit. The coffee goes to the bottom and then you drink it. It doesn't sound good but it is OK. But Italian moka press coffee is better.