Afternoon coffee: a place called Chocoffee, which offers melted chocolate alongside stuff you can dip into it. I had pastries they call cream horns, and Arlin had cookies. They also offer pretzels, fruit, and much else. Heaven. We’re going back.

Lunch at a restaurant next to the Kafka Museum. I had pumpkin soup, and Arlin had duck soup. (No Marx Brothers jokes, please.) Our main courses were pulled pork sandwich and tagliatelle.

We were freezing after spending an hour in the cavernous Cathedral of St. Vitus, so we needed to warm up.

Breakfast at the French bakery about 20 steps from the hotel. Believe it or not, we had the ham, cheese, and sun-dried tomato stuff rather than the sweet stuff.