Prague

"The castle hill was hidden, veiled in mist and darkness, nor was there even a glimmer of light to show that a castle was there"

Those are some of the first lines in Franz Kafka's novel: The Castle.

On the train here from Berlin everything was sunny and pastoral until we hit the Czech boarder and then, as if on cue, the fog rolled in and the landscape became obscured and when a peak of something did come through it was grim and industrial - a more stunning contrast you couldn't ask for.  Even the room of my supposed design hotel (The Josef) is kind of stark, all chipped beige lament, cold bare walls  with a grim view of an old Eastern Block housing apartment.  I just got here and already I miss Berlin.

Have a dinner planned on Wednesday that I'm looking forward to at Sansho run by 2 star Michelin Chef Paul day (formerly of Nobu London) and tomorrow wandering the old city certainly will be fascinating.

Lets hope I can figure out how to turn the heat on.   Who knew that all these years later visiting Prague would be so like reading Kafka?