It's all old and pretty, but there are some cool museums, too.

There are plenty of sights to see in Prague. I could tell you every inane detail about them, but there are many other websites where one could find information on the big landmarks, like Charles Bridge, Prague Castle, and the Astronomical Clock, of which are or will be in my photo albums. The district of Stare Mesto (Old Town) is home to so many pretty cobblestone roads, ancient buildings, shops, and museums. So I decided, instead, to talk just about the smutty places.

Just around the corner from the Astronomical Clock near Staroměstské náměstí (in case you're ever in the area) lies the Sex Machines Museum. We found the brouchere for this place hidden on the bottom of a display in the TV Tower, and decided we had to devote most of a day to it. Three floors of historic sexual instruments ranging from bizarre chairs that were used in brothels to horrifying S&M contraptions was what awaited us. They had some things dating back hundred's of years. In the photo, for example, is something that will make you never look at an eggbeater the same way again. In addition they had a small theatre showing pornography from the Silent Film era. It was... certainly a bonding experience for me and my new classmates. I'll get you more smut in the future, but for now we'll move on.

The Communist Museum down the street from the Náměstí Republicky was of a more serious caliber, and detailed a complete history of Czechoslovakia since it's modern existence as a state in the early 1900's. After being occupied by Nazis, and then being controlled by an oppressive Communist dictatorship for most of the century, it's a wonder that the country is doing as well as it is. Since I've been here the Czech crown has falling to 17 to a US$ which is bad thing for me with my worthless American money, but a good sign for the people of Czech who have for so long been brushed to the side by the larger, more developed countries nearby. Funny story from recent Czech history, when Vaclav Havel, first president of the Czech Republic, was appointed he was not a polician. He was an often imprisoned playwright, who was among the organizers of the mass demostrators who started the Velvet Revolution. Here's the funny part: He didn't even own a suit, so he was unaminously swore into office by the people wearing above the knee shorts. There was no info as to whether or not his shirt had buttons, but we'll give him the benefit of the doubt. One more thing: What better place for the Museum of Communism then above a McDonald's and sharing a floor with a casino? I could make this stuff up if I tried.

It looks like this month is going to be pretty crazy for me with all the work TEFL certification entails, so I can't do too much sightseeing. Nevertheless I should have some more debauchery for you soon.