More on Marionettes
Yesterday at the Prague Castle we visited the Golden Road, sort of a Bohemian street of shops a la Disney World. We browsed through a couple of shops and were strolling down the cobbled street when I saw it.
“Look, Althea. It’s another marionette shop.”
We love marionette shops, even after being told to leave one by the shopkeeper last week. We still haven’t quite recovered from the experience, but even still, we’ve persevered in our quest for the right marionettes to bring home.
We have acquired a wealth of information about marionettes, for example, the clay variety are breakable and therefor no good for small boys. The wooden ones tend to be less money, but all seem to have the same dopey grins on their pool ball heads. There’s a wide variety in price points, obviously the bigger and flashier, the more $$, or Kc as the Czech Krown is fondly known.
There we were on Golden Road, and the marionette shop drew us like a magnet to iron. The proprietress saw us coming. She stepped out the door and bolted it, putting up a “closed” sign in the window. This was while virtually thousands of tourists swarmed the road. She peered at Althea and I with menace.
Not to completely miss the opportunity, I went to look in the window.
“Pardon, Madame,” she said. She found a potted tree and dragged it in front of the door, stood back, and glared at us.
“Take that,” Althea murmured.