Because Maggie and I crammed so much in our first day of Prague, we decided to take the second day at a more leisurely pace. Still, we had tourist sites to visit. First we went to the Prague castle I had heard so much about. By this point in the trip I had seen a dozen castles, but never from the inside. Though the crowds were horrendous and the lines ghastly, we decided to brave them so I could see the inside of a castle.
With the fairytale-esque views of Germany's medieval structures, I suppose I had very high expectations for the castle in Prague. Naturally, then, I was pretty disappointed with what we saw. The castle was flat on top, not high and pointy like the Disney castles I grew up with, nor richly embossed like the Schloss Castle we had visited. In fact, I didn't believe Maggie when she told me we were standing in front of the castle. I thought it was just a visitor's building and to be quite honest, I had mistaken the cathedral as the actual castle (it was much more grandiose.)
After waiting in a long line and paying our dues, Maggie and I wandered in and out of the cathedral, the castle and even Golden Lane, where gold was made many years ago. It was all cute and old and vaguely charming but my favorite part might have been the statue of the boy with the golden penis.
My friend in Venice had explained the statue to me. It was said that rubbing the statue (in the golden part) would bring the visitor good sex for seven years and for this reason there is always a crowd of tourists around the poor solid boy. I would have been one of those tourists had our tour guide not have told us the day before that it was all a scam, so instead I laughed as I watched all the tourists rub the boy's genitals for no reason at all.
Our next disappointing stop was supposedly the world's most beautiful library. This claim may have been true but it didn't matter because we paid way too much money to see two rooms inside a hallway, both were roped off to the public and pictures of the room cost an additional amount of cash which was incredibly unnecessary. We waited in line longer than we were actually inside the building.
Frustrated and thirsty, Maggie and I decided Prague was much better enjoyed by strolling along the ornate streets with no particular destination. We found ourselves at the Prague Beer Museum which was mostly a pub with thirty types of local beer on tap. We purchased two flights, thus sampling ten different beers over a long leisurely talk about everything under the sun. When we finished we were happy and sleepy and ready for our per-pubcrawl nap.