There are amazing old buildings all around, there's absinthe in all the colors of the rainbow, and the best pilsners on the planet. You can see Kafka riding on the shoulders of an empty suit, a makeshift jazz band playing on Charles Bridge in the late afternoon sunlight, fried cheese stands on medieval cobbled squares, an insanely old astronomical clock in the Old Town Square, and a boisterous festival where you get to "burn that witch!" to mark the end of winter. And you know, you can even catch a Dvořák concerto at any of the city's seemingly-countless classical music venues. Totally tight.