Betty wrote:And then, there is the opera house. Very high quality performances each time.
I was once accosted by a mad woman in Prague opera house who bellowed at me in German (she refused to believe I was English). Later that night, I went to the Café Imperial where they used to have (and maybe still do) wonderful live jazz, and another (but different) mad woman insisted that I was Elvis Presley. Very surreal and, I must admit, really rather exhilarating.