Kafka tracked down at last, and the Czech Bus system navigated.

 If you go to the Na Znizeci bus station in Prague, there is no one to ask which bus stop is the right one, but look at the ticket and that will give a clue.  I only needed the station as I was off to see a friend, but if the friend had not told me how to get there I would not have known as googling revealed nothing. However, from the busyness of Prague I went into the countryside of the Czech Republic and spent time with a friend from Hertfordshire in her Czech home along with other friends from Hertfordshire.   From the outside her home was just a rather dull wall, instead it blossomed literally and metaphorically.  Full of flowers, books, crafting material.  It was lovely.  She is the custodian of a dolls house museum in the small village and many of the craft activities taking place in the home helped decorate and fill the little houses.  

Once back in Prague, I just had two nights before heading off to Telc, so I had to visit the Kafka Museum.  Much of the information provided is set out quite cleverly, to indicate the world he experienced, but at the end it described a Kafkaesque world as one that is filled with helplessness. Whilst this certainly seems to be an element of his world,  to me it describes even more than that.  Anyone who has worked in the British Education system has experience both helplessness and insanity from the system, it is Kafkaesque personified.   It is one of the most relevant words I know - sadly.   Yet some of the Anglo speakers in Telc did not even know of it.  But more of that later.     I also revisited some of my favourite spots in the old town.  Prague really is a beautiful and interesting and fun city to visit.