I awoke in Bratislava this morning. I can’t be sure, but I don’t know if I’d hread of Bratislava twelve months ago.
It’s a lovely little city. Time constraints meant that I only had about 24 hours there,but I saw a few bits and pieces in that time.
I had lunch – fried Slovakian sheep’s cheese (I would love to see a sheep milking!!) in the Slovak Pub – up an old, creaking wooden staircase into a real Slovakian looking room (I think!) with big, heavy wooden chairs and tables covered with red and white gingam tablecloths.
After lunch, I went for a walk through the old town and checked out the sights of downtown Bratislava – featuring such sites as Bratislava Castle on the Danube, the old Town Hall, the ubiquitous catholic cathedrals, st Michael’s Gate, which draws one into a square with a fountain. There was a small area – maybe two or three squared metres covered with an assortment of wilting flowers, which I can only assume was in memory of some event in Slovakia’s lng and fairly eventful history – Geman controlled to Soviet controlled and most recently, from what I read, a fairly amicable break up with the Czech Republic in ’93.
To my delight, on entering one of the aforementioned churches, I managed to catch a mass – it was a smallish yet typically ornate cathedral. The mass didn’t seem to stray far from the masses I have known and loved.
So now, the train to Prague. Incidentally, it was a short train from Budapest to Bratislava and I shared a compartment with a Hungarian bloke who is studying Physics – again, he finds me completely fascinating; the concept of travelling to him – travelling for fun?!? he finds completely strange and foreign. “Why are you doing this? Are you trying to find something?” he asks.