It is cool but sunny in Prague as I pause to let the impatient driver of a clapped up Skoda accelerate past the pedestrian crossing. I pop into one of the shopping malls in the tourist centre to cross some items off my list. Playing comes later.
The place is packed, as it tends to be on Sundays. Say what you like about shops opening on Sundays – it is a godsend and many people seem to think this too.
I throng past the overpriced chocolate stand and ignore the young lady handing out free samples of perfume. I spend the next 15 minutes peering at a few displays to see if I can decide on a gift for a friend but inspiration seems to be as lacking as the dress sense of those around me.
I head up to the top floor to grab something to drink. As I quickly scan the crowds around the food court to see where the shortest queue is, I notice that the yoghurt ice cream outlet is rather full today. Perhaps it’s a matter of weekend visitors; I’m usually here during the week when I need something.
I get my drink and walk past this place on my way to the nearest exit when the sign it sports catches my eye:
Could be fun for one,
since Dan’s a man!