Interrail 4: Prague, Pianos, Panoramas and Positively Pleasant Pedagogues

Let's do this backwards. Currently waiting for my 4.29 train to Berlin while completely broke in terms of local currency.
Just had a walk and chat with a classic bohemian, a lecturer of Urban Planning. Lovely chap. Really nice guy. We'd just been kicked out of the train station and he saw and overheard so tried to find us somewhere to wait. We talked about Prague, travel, music, traffic laws and the geography of Iran. I think he was going to join us for a few hours judging by his apologetic mumble of "only one beer". I did mention that we'd be happy to make our own way to which he replied "I'm Western European, if I didn't like you I'd just leave!"
I did learn his name and pronounced it okay first time but have since forgotten it. Shame. He had an awesome beard. We eventually insisted that we make our own way so as not to inconvenience him. Guys like that make trips like this.

We had just been in the train station playing a grand piano for about an hour. Lewys drew quite a crowd. Unfortunately they shut the station for "cleaning". Lewys reckons the guard just wanted the piano to himself.

Prior to this we'd finally seen the astronomical clock in action. Bumped into a string quartet called "Electroshock" playing on a bridge. Fun.

Dinner was at the smallest microbrewery in the country, nice place. On the top ten things to do in Prague according to Time magazine. They also claim to sell the strongest beer in the world.

Unfortunately we were very disappointed. The X33 batch was viscous and caramelly. But only 14%. Even 4x is more than that. Not to mention tactical nuclear penguin. Liars.

We saw the old town, where Prague began. Peaceful.

The Lennon wall was a wonderful splash of color near the Charles Bridge. It's a constantly changing graffiti wall, no idea about the Lennon connection though.

Spent the late afternoon at the Museum of Music. Loved the Arpeggiones and early synths.

Lunch was at a pub with a very helpful barman. Too helpful. He was so descriptive of the dishes that on arrival I realised that his in depth description of the ingredients turned out to be yet another goulash.

Before this we'd wandered through town and saw the Monastery on the hill and enjoyed panoramic views from the top of the Petrin tower.

Probably stuff I forgot to mention but I'm exhausted.

To Berlin.