Jewish quarter

 I've always been fascinated by old cemetery's but the Jewish cemetery in Prague was by far the oldest and most interesting. Before seeing the cemetery you walk through and old building where they have written the names of the Jewish people from Czech Republic who died in the holocaust. All these little letters written on the walls represented a human life lost. I stared at the names and saw one of the victims was an eighty year old man. I love grandpas. It's unbelievable to me to imagine the systematic murder of so many innocent lives. Of course there were many children also and everything in between. I held back the tears but tried to contemplate quietly the sadness within these walls. A voice in the back ground reads the names one by one. I don't know how many hours it would take to go through them all. A sad song moans in the background also. There's no possibility of escaping the sadness here. I know it doesn't sound like fun, but it's part of traveling that I love. I love seeing the world as it is, the good and the bad. 

 The cemetery was so old and interesting. Gravestones crooked and falling on each other from as early as the 1300s. I don't think a visit to Prague would be complete without visiting the Jewish quarter. 

  Also to anyone interested the golden road near the Prague castle shouldn't be missed. I enjoyed it far more than the castle itself. It's the peasant village which is now more of a museum in itself. Peering into the seamstress or goldsmith window you get a true sence of mid evil life. The best part was the armor and weapon collection. There were guns from the 15th century! I had no idea ! Some of them had knives built into the end of the guns in case your gun failed I guess. There weapons meant business let me tell you. Warfare had to be a brutal bloody nasty bit back in the day. I got a kick out of all the armor choices of the time. Some  of them were scarier than heck just to see the guy coming at you would kill me of a heart attack. The most fascinating part to me was most of them left there privates pretty exposed. I wondered how many were castrated in battle simple because they didn't have that spot covered. Maybe so they could pee easily? Well I'm guessing at least a few knights had their buddies feminized this way because finally I saw armor with medal balls to protect that spot. Then I saw one with metal shaped like a penis but it was sticking up! I have a hard time believing that was a practical realistic protective cover. Then some of them were made for men with beer bellies while others proud of there phisique had theirs made with a six pack complete with nipples. Very interesting indeed. 

  I would say atleast 60  percent of the people here are not very happy. I smile at some of the hardest looking characters just to see if I can get them to smile back. Rarely works. One old chap I made eye contact with. I gave him a friendly smile and he literally rolled his eyes back in his head like a dramatic school girl. Some of the waiters have been the rudest I've run across in my life but to be fair we have also met some very lovely Czech people. It's all part of the deal when traveling. The friendliest chap was in a store that made cosmetics from beer. She I mean he no I think I mean he was very friendly and nice. He was about 6 feet tall with a beard and some small breasts ,makeup and cute bangs and a very manly deep voice. I found it really confusing and tried to not look to much because I didn't want her to feel bad but honestly she was the nicest person of the day. I mean he . Or she. 

   Well after all that running around we stop in cafes for beer or coffee for sprits. There's no limit to the number of amazing old cafes that just beckon you in. My waist is growing every day I'm here and I feel like I've grown another chin. But I'll deal with that when I get home.

 Off to Budapest tomorrow.. Good night.