Fringe Festival+ Weekend in the park
This week the fringe festival is on in Prague and the weather has been lovely!
Martin knew about it when I came back to work in Wednesday, and had already been to one theatre piece : 40 featherd winks.
On wednesday we went again to see some one man show about ‘the war on terror’ which made us not wanting to see any more of the festival.
The audience (5 +us) was disappointed, and the artist asking us after the show why we didnt laugh in the moments he was supposedly telling funny stuff…
He explained that in case we hadnt understood what the donkeys stand for in the whole story, we had missed the whole point.
We had no clue, not even after reflecting the whole trip back, what the donkeys could represent.
Then on Friday I had another night out at the fringe, a lovely one: ‘Sax to the Max’!
First was a show with the British Saxophone association, bringing along 8 different saxophones played by 20 people. Loud and Lovely 
They introduced us in the different kinds of saxophones, each playing a typical piece for that very instrument. The biggest one measured more than 2m and stood on a bucket..
Cant imagine the parents who allow their child to practice playing that one..
What a show! one could see they love their Sax
Afterwards, when they had finished some bonus pieces, I was hungry and went into the next restaurant, that happened to be an Italian, I had already been to.
They offer bread before the actual meal arrives, so I was sure to get food quickly
Nice this time, as last time the pizza was a bit sugary?!, I had Quattro Formaggi.
Spent some time in the park at Kampa before seeing the recommended ’40 feathered winks’.
That play was also well attended (right decision as I would know later on)
One third of human life is spent in bed; resting, crying, hiding, lovemaking, sleeping, dreaming and dying. The conscious and unconscious mind interweaves forming a patchwork story of 8 characters as they journey in, under and over their beds.
Live original music accompanies this spectacular visual and physical exploration of time passed horizontally from sleepovers to hangovers, orgasms to clinical depression.
Lovely! Imaginative!
They had 1-3 beds on stage, and would appear suddenly on any of them (as they could crawl under them without being seen). Story was basically covering main daily actions on/in bed.
Even the old american fogey in front of me was smiling (not laughing) at some points 
Saturday was left to Troja, with its Chateau, that served as summer residence (not mine unfortunately), a quick look at the Zoo, and a couple of hours in the proper Botanical garden.
The botanical garden was lovely, worth the way up the hill at 30°C.
I ordered the ticket incl. student discount in Czech!
But then I forgot to ask what time they close, and having spent wonderful time reading, relaxing and wandering round, rushed to the exit at 5 to 6, thinking it might close at six
(closes at seven, by the way; that wasnt even clear after I studied some prospectus at the entrance in depth..)
Now I’m on the way to go clubbing, just had some nice (but quiete expensive) dinner with martin down the road. I chose mixed vegetables with potato pancakes, because it felt well healthy.
When Martin got his steak guess what I was desperate to have
Have a lovely weekend!