
Around 10.30pm, we went back to the Old Town but it got quite a bit scary because although there was no official fireworks display, people were setting them off anywhere and everywhere with drinking in the mix as well, and were going around carrying what looked like cases of beer but were actually cases of fireworks. We were standing near Charles Bridge when a biggish firework was thrown into an empty space beside us which then seemed to part malfunction, sending sparks and pieces sideways as well as up - we were ok, but people a bit nearer got bits into their trouser legs. At that stage we decided to go back to the hotel and got back about 11.45. Two minutes to midnight, the city virtually exploded with fireworks, the noise was incredible, like a war zone, and went on for about half an hour - we saw quite a lot from our window. There was an official display on Sunday at 6pm, much more civilised, and we found a good spot on one of the bridges to watch.
Sunday was more touristy stuff and we finished off with a (second) visit to a wonderful Art Deco cafe for hot chocolate and warm apple strudle. Yesterday all our travel went well and we got home here about 6pm - we were pretty tired, having done lots of walking over the few days. I would certainly go back if the opportunity arose.