Petřín and Letná

This is my second week of taking French and Russian lessons, and I am already exhausted. In other news, my sister does not have coronavirus, unlike a thousand new people every day. The government has finally decided to take some action by ordering facemasks to be worn almost everywhere (with the notable exception of schools; really, it makes one wonder why we even bother), but it will probably take unbearably long until that policy will have any palpable effect. This Friday we had over 1400 cases.  

In the interest of helping my sister Niky avoid public transport to meet her friend in Prague, I drove her into the city this Saturday. My sister Naty decided she wanted to join, so the two of us used the opportunity to visit Petřín Park and Letná Park. It was the first time I saw the Carpathian Church of the Archangel Michael, which was built in the seventeenth century, and was taken apart and gifted to Prague by the Subcarpathian Ruthenians of Medvedovce during the First Republic.

PS: on the 29th of October, this church fell victim to a massive fire. I feel both sad and incredibly lucky that I got to see the original. 

A pretty house between Muchova and Pod Kaštany
Petřín Rose Garden
More pictures from Petřín Rose Garden
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The statue of Milan Rastislav Štefánik
The same from farther away
Another picture from the rose garden
The Church of Saint Lawrence
The Church of Saint Lawrence and Petřín Tower
Calvary Chapel, part of the Petřín Via Crucis
The Mirror Maze in Petřín
Petřín Tower
Petřín Tower
The park's old guard tower
A view of Prague Castle
The same but with more leaves
The towers of Strahov Monastery
A building with an interesting roof
Another view of Prague Castle
A view of Prague, with the Church of Saint Nicholas on the left and the towers of Old Town Square on the right
Prague as seen from Strahov
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The Church of Saint Wenceslaus in Smíchov
The Carpathian Church of the Archangel Michael
Another view of the same
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The Church of the Annunciation
The beautiful cubist facade of a house near Letná Park 
The house even has a cubist balcony
The residence of the Prime Minister, Kramář's Villa
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The Hanau Pavilion
The roof of the Hanau Pavilion

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