I’ve met so many people who count Prague as their favourite city that I was worried it would be a huge let down. But nooooo. Prague, like Paris, can soak up accolades like a spongy Diva.

Prague is magical. It is very slightly spooky, with its cobbled alleys, Gothic spires and 14th century bridge. Some reports tell of heavy pollution, but coming from London I was nearly knocked out by the freshness of the air. The pace was calm and peaceful falling blissfully short of quaint. I suspect this is very different in high summer when it heaves with tourists.

We stayed at the Golden Well Hotel, which was flawless.

We saw Doris Salcedo’s crack. Its huge!

It runs the length of the Tate Modern’s Turbine Hall and has everyone enthralled. What struck me was how it fascinated the little kids. Even the babies wanted to walk astraddle it without any prompting. It’s called Shibboleth. That’s deep.

I’ll let the Guardian explain.

http://arts.guardian.co.uk/art/visualart/story/0,,2187568,00.html