Our Saturday objective was to get to Gröbeho vila, drink as many burcaks as possible, and spend the rest of the money on burcak in bottles that we would drink later at home. This pocket money was specially devoted to this event and was taken from a piggy bank. There was a grape harvest festival in Havlickovy Sady, and since I love this young wine, I couldn’t miss this event.
One by one. It was a beautiful warm and sunny day, and to get more thirsty, we didn’t go straight there. We started at Mala Strana and went to Kampa to see the pottery market. There were some nice pottery traditional products, but I enjoyed the beer and the sausage more. Walking on through Kampa island, we crossed the bridge over Vltava. As usual, on one of its island, Strelecky Ostrov, a concert was being prepared for the evening. On the other side of the bridge, dozens of bicyclists quickly reminded us that it’s a Day Without Cars day. Btw all these cyclists seemed in danger in the traffic. Changing our course back to Charles bridge, there was a charitable sale of work all the way down to Karlovy Lazne. Of course, accompanied by beer tents where we had to stop. There was also a jolly music, first jazz, and 50 metres forward, salsa dancing.
By the time we got to the Old Town Square, the cyclists outdistanced us and they already gathered at the square. But the young wine quest suddenly seemed so long, we decided to cheat, and we hopped on a tram. On the way, we saw a chopper guys meeting, Black Dogs clan, or something. Once again, when we got to Havlickovy Sady, the bikers outran us and caused a slight turmoil when arriving there.
Finally, when we got there, the real fun begun. I mean, we started drinking burcak. And I’ve never thought how quickly can one glass of burcak bring a smile to one’s face. But the other program was good, too. Lots of mead, roasted pig, lots and lots of traditional products made at the spot, people in historic costumes, entertainers, original medieval beggar, jugglers, castle parade, swordplays, archery range, etc. Ideal for children. And for old children like us, back to the wine quest. The prices were very friendly, 2dcl cup for 18 CZK, or 1 litre for 70 CZK. It was a pity that you could buy red burcak only at one stall, where was an endless queue. We drank a litre there and brought another two home each of us.
Now I can say, Prague is really a wonderful place.
There was even a joke going on, i’ll try to translate: How do people from Moravia segment wines. Into categories: good, not good, good enough for “Praguers“. If you speak some Czech, might make more sense: „Jak deli Moravaci vino? Na da se, neda se, da se Prazakum.“
Oct 2, 13:06 (Filed under: Prague events )