Truth be told, I don't know that I really have that much more to add about today's adventures...
In regards to the aforementioned statue: one of the many statues of Christ on the Charles Bridge has in gold, the Hebrew words "Kadosh, kadosh, kadosh" ("holy, holy, holy) above it (quoting a verse from Isaiah, and a common declaration of faith for Jews, "Holy, holy, holy is the Lord of Hosts"). In the 17th century, a Jew was put on trial for defaming the statue (spitting on it, allegedly), and the Jewish community was forced to pay for the letters as a means of humiliation. (There's an explanatory plaque next to the statue, which I photographed as well.)
Peter is a wonderfully friendly person; he didn't mind, thankfully, that I left the flowers I had bought in my room. The opera was, as I expected, not really my cup of tea, but the singing and music were at, least, very impressive. I was a tad taken aback that one scene topless female singers (and full frontal from one); nobody seemed fazed, so maybe this was just American prudishnes on my part.
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