During the week in Prague, we visited what we could. The National Gallery was on our list. And there were no smartphones back then. And so, on the Old Town Square, we confused the Sternberg Palace, where the gallery and the Schwarzenberg Palace are. The people did not understand us. While the owner of one cafe was not too lazy to get up, come out with us to the square and take us to the cherished arch. Don't let them tell me that the Czechs treat Russians badly. There was a cash register in the arch. Where they tried to force me to hand over a handbag to the camera. To which I firmly said no! I have my passport there. The cashier understood. Inside the palace there is a magnificent collection of paintings and more. When I got close to the painting, the guard also came up. Just in case. I don't regret a minute about that. That I was there. Further behind the square is the Hradcany district. From small houses with red roofs. You can relax and have a beer. to eat dumplings. When will the borders be opened??)