I spent a day in Kutná Hora and would now love nothing more than to retire there.
I can practically see the episode of "House Hunters International" now.
"Maggie Stanton is a retired public relations practitioner looking to settle down from the hustle and bustle of the last 40 years. And Kutná Hora, about an hour from Prague, is where she wants to be. Can her realtor find her the charming A frame of her dreams? Or will she get carried away by her bizarre desire to have an outdoor pool even though almost every day is winter here?
It practically writes itself.
Realistically, if you can, I'd recommend at least a few hours in Kutná Hora. It's peaceful, stunning, and delightful. It reminded me of my trip to Giverny when I was in Paris.
If you ever really want to get to know a country foreign to you, take the bull by the horns and catch an illness.
I'm kidding, don't actually do that.
Nonetheless, during my first week in Prague, I got hit with what I think might be best categorized as "traveler's flu." Was it an actual flu? Who knows. I sure don't. WebMD can only tell you so much.
I've never left the continent in my life. So when the opportunity arose for me to travel, it might have been wise to get my feet wet in some small country with a reasonable population.
Instead I went to the most visited city in the world. Because I never learn.
I went to Paris. And it was overwhelming and magical and exhausting and I already want to go back.
So if you're planning a trip to the City of Lights, or are just curious why someone with a fear of airplanes and large crowds chose motherfreaking Paris, stay tuned! I'll break it all down.
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