Walking Around Prague
Get ready to do a lot of walking. You could take the metro around, but that would be a waste. The metro is underground – you miss so much. Most of the main attractions of Prague are in walking distance of each other.

Its More Like Hiking Then Walking
I do not have the actual stats but I am sure that Prague hospital receive a lot of women patients with sprained ankles. Prague sidewalks are not meant for high heels. Most streets and sidewalks are cobble stoned. And the older they are the father apart the stones. Some sidewalks are hundred years old and each rock was hand picked and hand placed into the sidewalk. Each rock is different, each gap between the rocks is a different width. Navigating through the randomly assorted rocks is impossible with high heels. You will break you angle or break the heal. Wear comfortable well padded shoes.
Hike Up To The Prague Castle
I walk all the time so I can say I am a trained and experienced walker. But the walk up to Prague Castle is tiring. It is mostly uphill. Up a cobbled street, stairs, street, stairs – about a 30 min walk from Charles Bridge. You will be tired. Especially if you are carrying a backpack and a camera off each shoulder. It is a hard walk but worth it. At the top you will understand the ingeniousness of having a castle on a hill.
Imagine you are back 500 years ago and a peasant Prague city dweller. One day you are fed up with a certain neighbor who keeps throwing his garbage on your head as you walk under his window. So you decide to file a complaint with the Good King Charles. You look up up at the castle and tell yourself that you will have a good sleep and then first thing in the morning climb up the hill and visit the king to file your complaint. You get up, put two layers of leather on your feet, tie it tight with horse hair, and head off. Its a hot day, the stench of donkey dodo is in the air, but you start your hike up the hill with gusto. Half way up, sweat running down your brow and legs burning with pain, you look up at the castle. Almost there. With a deep sigh you continue the march – up, and up. But then, three quarters of the way up – you are on your knees. Its too far, its too high. You give up and head back down. Garbage on the head is not that bad. The complaint never gets filed – the King on the hill is rarely bothered by his people and their pesky problems. The only thing remaining for the King to do to make sure that absolutely nobody bothers him with complaints is to cut the wire of the doorbell on the castle door.
Enjoy your walk up to the castle. Do not take a taxi.









