Boarskins

For quirky pictures, go to Prague. These boarskins were stacked up on a stall in a

back-street market near the Old Town Sq., and I presume them to be boars skins, not, I

hope, wolf. I thought it made for a rather striking shot, but I'd rather the boars had lived

and deprived me of it. The central European diet is heavily dependant on meat and

dumplings and the like, hence, presumably, where the rest of the boars went. But the

puddings, if you have a sweet tooth, are to die for. I don't mean the twee cakes you get

in Viennese coffee shops, but an unhealthy plate of kirschtorte laden with cream, or the

Czech equivalent of plum duff or meringue, or both. Swilled down with a 400yr old dark

Pilszner beer or two and you know you've been a naughty boy, but you'll be back for more

if you've stroked that icon on the Charles Bridge...

For quirky pictures, go to Prague. These boarskins were stacked up on a stall in a back-street

market near the Old Town Sq., and I presume them to be boars skins, not, I hope, wolf. I

thought it made for a rather striking shot, but I'd rather the boars had lived and deprived me

of it. The central European diet is heavily dependant on meat and dumplings and the like,

hence, presumably, where the rest of the boars went. But the puddings, if you have a sweet

tooth, are to die for. I don't mean the twee cakes you get in Viennese coffee shops, but an

unhealthy plate of kirschtorte laden with cream, or the Czech equivalent of plum duff or

meringue, or both. Swilled down with a 400yr old dark Pilszner beer or two and you know

you've been a naughty boy, but you'll be back for more if you've stroked that icon on the

Charles Bridge...

Boarskins, Prague