Prague is a city full of art. You have lots of galleries, of course, but there are also pubs and restaurants with galleries included, and you see painting and photography exhibits quite regularly in the malls and in public squares and as I was coming home this evening, I saw a small exhibit in the metro station.
Sometimes it pops up in unexpected places. This piece, at the Karlín side entrance to the Žižkov tunnel, is almost hidden. The tunnel entrance is at the bag end of a street that’s just two blocks long, so you don’t see it unless you are looking right at it.
My Neighborhood
I live within a 5 (well,maybe 10) minute walk of it and I have no idea how long it’s been up there. Maybe a week, maybe months already. It’s not part of my regular routine to go that way. Sometimes, after I drop the kids off at school, if I don’t have an early class myself, I’ll walk home through it, from Žižkov to Karlín, because that’s downhill all the way, yes, that’s how lazy I am, but in that case, I would be coming out at the base of the big wine bottle and, unless I turned around, would not have noticed it. How many times have I done that? I don’t know.
It’s not great art or anything, but it brightens up the spot, I like it, and it’s appropriate. At the other end of that tunnel is Žižkov, famous for its numerous pubs, clubs and staggering gangs of a capella singers giving mobile street performances most nights, from approximately 2 to 5 a.m.
So, it’s sort of like a welcome sign.
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