A certain large cheap German supermarket company had agreed a marketing deal with Czech Railways – 149 crowns for a return journey anywhere in CR next Wednesday. This was to be for a limited period, or until the vouchers for the cheap tickets ran out. Fair enough, you would think. Although the take-up of the vouchers was far in excess of what either side had thought. We went to the nearest branch this afternoon to try and pick up a voucher. They had all gone, we were kindly informed, although the kind staff suggested we phone the customer service line, who would be able to tell us which other Prague branches still had vouchers. We found one that was reasonably accessible, and off we headed on the tram(s). We found the shop in the ground floor of a new housing development in a minor Prague suburb. They could not sell them to us, they claimed. We told them their customer service line had sent us over. They spoke to the manager and we got out vouchers. So next Wednesday, another state holiday, will be spent in the (hopefully) fading grandeur of Mariánské Lázně, better known as Marienbad. Once the St Tropez of 19th century Europe, visited by royalty, aristocracy and the great and good, and, of course the partial setting of Resnais’ film:
So, a daytrip by train to a formerly popular resort town during the winter. I have truly transferred my London existence to Prague.
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