FINDING THE REAL PRAGUE
Puppet maker Mirek Trejtnar clip-clopped a red-nosed marionette across a makeshift plywood stage in his studio in Prague. This, he told me, was Kasparek, perhaps the most iconic character in Czech puppetry: a source of comic relief beloved by children countrywide. Kasparek was a mesmerizing, expressive chap, particularly for being made of wood and having no movable parts of his face. He danced a jig; he tripped and dragged himself, moaning, across the stage; he banged his head on the ground.
I had come to the Puppets in Prague studio that Trejtnar shares with his wife, Leah Gaffen, through a recommendation from a friend in the arts scene in Cincinnati. Before meeting them, though, I had felt a lot like Kasparek: banging my head against a wall of tourists. Of which, of course, I was one, along with my friend Julia, who had come to visit.
For decades, Prague has been on the backpacker circuit, and for good reason: It is magnificent. Every building in the UNESCO-inscribed medieval city center will set your mouth agape. But as Julia and I navigated through our first few days, I kept wondering when we were going to scrape past the crowds (there were a record 7.65 million visitors in 2017) to reach the scrappy, resilient spirit of the city that had so charmed me a decade ago.
IT’S ALL ABOUT THE PUPPETS
Puppetry is not a novelty or fringe art in Prague. It is deeply entwined with Czech national identity, which is currently in the spotlight and a reason Prague had earned a spot on The New York Times’ 52 Places travel list: This year is the 100th anniversary of the founding of an independent Czechoslovakian state in 1918, at the end of World War I and after centuries as part of the Austro-Hungarian empire. (UNESCO recognized Slovakia and Czech puppetry as an “intangible cultural heritage” two years ago.)
Under Austrian rule, Trejtnar explained, all official theater in big cities was performed in German. The only outlet for Czech people to see culture in their native language came from families who traveled in caravans performing puppet shows. “The message of these puppeteers was kept by writers and poets, and when there was a national uprising, they had the aura of national heroes because they had carried the language around,” he said. “For puppetry, 1918 was very important.”
PALACE OF GLASS
The Czechs are to cast glass what the Venetians are to blown glass: the pre-eminent practitioners in the world. I saw their
huge kilns in action on my previous visit. Julia and I made our way to the quiet residential neighborhood of Smichov, where one of my favorite artists, Karen LaMonte — known for her realistic, life-size dresses in glass, marble and metals — had an exhibition at the newly opened Museum Portheimka. LaMonte grew up in New York City and has been living in Prague, working with Czech glassmakers, for 20 years. (Her exhibit at Chattanooga’s Hunter Museum of American Art closed earlier this month.)
Set in a Baroque aristocratic summerhouse from the 1720s, Portheimka is a branch of Prague’s modern art gallery, Kampa Museum. It is also a beautiful and restful place to spend an afternoon. The art is displayed beneath ceilings painted with religious murals, or in colorful, centuries-old marble alcoves. One prism-like disk stood in a window like a lens, fracturing views of the garden hedges below. What moved me most was seeing the exquisite works of little-known Czech glass artists from the 1960s given a place of reverence befitting such a unique tradition. Afterward we walked around Smichov’s quiet streets, exchanging hellos with the few residents out walking their dogs.
WHEN IN DOUBT: BEER
At times, though, the crowds did overwhelm — and so Julia and I adopted the philosophy of stopping right there
and getting a beer. It felt like an appropriate approach: Light beers are only 4 percent alcohol, and it is common to see 70-year-old Prague women having one over breakfast.
Luckily, a bartender we had met on our first night at O’Che’s Bar in the city center, directed us to two terrific microbreweries. At U Medvidku, founded in 1466, we tasted what they claim is the strongest beer in the world, uniquely fermented in open wooden barrels and sold nowhere else in the city, let alone the world. (We liked their other beers better.) A trip to Klasterni Pivovar Strahov (monastic brewery), high on a hill near the Prague Castle, came with similarly great beers, plus a night view of the city and an accordion player who inspired a conga line.
Our favorite spot was Riegrovy Sady, a beer garden in the Vinohrady neighborhood where students can afford to live. They served local microbrews for around $2, instead of the commercial stuff we had sometimes paid $4 for in the city center. I liked being there so much that I came back on my own one evening after Julia left. Just down the road, at least 100 people were gathered on picnic blankets on a hillside to watch the most spectacular iteration of all the sunsets and sunrises I saw in Prague. The guy on acoustic guitar and groups of friends playing badminton — all drinking to-go beers — made it that much more special.