One thing I love about Prague is that it’s so unpredictable. The place always manages to throw a curve ball when you least expect it. I discovered this on my very first visit to the city back in 1984, when I got separated from my friend and roommate at the time and temporarily became a missing person. I got a small refresher course in "Prague bizarre" a couple of days ago when I planned an outing to see what I thought was going to be the newly remodeled Czech National Museum, which had recently re-opened after being closed for several years.
I’m still shaking my head thinking about how strange and unforeseeable the whole thing turned out to be.