We had a brief but interesting tour of St Vitus church,
St. Vitus' dance , a seizure disorder, I think, being named for him because he didn't die the first time they tried to kill him and he kept twitching so they had to kill him again.
We learned that brides come here all the time for pictures, even though they don't get married in Prague 
Cool windows in this church, including one painted by Mucha.
The top of the castle hill is pretty interesting, but not the part where we were. We went to a museum which had mostly portraits, and they were mostly dark and hard to see. The captions were pretty interesting because they made you wonder who these people had any children with fewer than three arms, given how many of them had parents who were cousins and then married a cousin themselves.
We had lunch in an upper room of this palace museum, and that was followed by a concert. The concert was a number of recognizable works by famous composers arranged for flute viola and piano. They actually worked pretty well. I think the viola player was the arranger. The pianist and violist were pretty good, but while the flutist could play lots of notes, she couldn't do it with anything even I could recognize as an acceptable tone, and I'm pretty accepting. I have a suspicion that they do this 1-hour concert twice or three times a day, because while we were downstairs afterwards, I heard it start again.
The other event they had scheduled for us was a tasting of Czech wine. I can only say it's a good thing their economy isn't dependent on the quality of the wine. There's a reason they drink beer here.
We had the rest of the day free, and I would have walked home from the castle, but I didn't dress warmly enough today, because it was supposed to be 78 but instead it was about 68 and raining. So I had to come back on the bus, and when we got here, the maids were cleaning our room, and we couldn't get in for a half hour to change our clothes.
We were going to a guitar concert tonight, so I had to go reconnoiter where it was, and it's fortunate I did, because I thought it was someplace totally different. And coming back I got so lost that I felt like I should be presenting stone tablets by the time I got back to the room. I was so lost I even had a moment or two of nervousness, which being lost seldom brings out in me because I usually finally come to something I know (as I did today) and I expect that will happen.
The guitar concert was wonderful. It was in an art gallery, so it was pretty small and crowded, and I'd say it was about 50-60 people. Tourists, but no tour groups. The performers were a husband and wife duo, and they were really wonderful. They played some early, some classical, and some South American. 
We shared a pizza on our way back to the hotel. 
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