Somehow, the Czechs have managed to keep Cesky Krumlov a secret from the outside world. Of course, you’ll hear endless whispers about the City of Spires but Cesky Krumlov somehow remains a thriving tag on day trip.
Instead of taking all your snaps before the sun sets on Sunday night, sit in a cafe on the petite sized square and watch the crowds vanish down curly alleyways. Head home.
If you’re a twosome, stay at Dilettante’s Hang out, throw another log on the fire (in the Buddha Room) and tinkle the bell to say you’ll take that extra night after all. If you’re a gang then do the same over at Krumlov(e) House then gather round the piano.
But what if you’ve already wandered though the castle and dangled a small child’s feet over the bear pit and stuffed your backpack with a marionette for your Nan?
Why, you do nothing but hold hands by the Vltava, grab Czech Mex at Hospoda 99, swill Eggenberg in Hospoda Na Louzi and listen to the lute in The Two Mary’s courtyard.
Then you’ll head back to the train station, and you’ll see this (above.)
Hospoda la Nouzi