Today I finally began gently trodding my American made boots over what used to belong to the Soviet Union. The parts of Prague that NYU has taken us to have been limited to the colorful maze of 12th-19th century builds that comprise Old Town at the heart of Prague. Old Town is beautiful and inviting, but like Times Square, no longer entirely real. The organic urban evolution that created the winding pastel buildings has ironically given way to conscious grooming, and people are everywhere.
However, only a few blocks away from my apartment on the trendy Osadni street in District 7 the remnants of Communist-era constructs are slowly falling apart.
Part of the reason I am in Prague is that I have a long held fascination with the Eastern Block and what it left behind on the land it occupied. The hasty construction, poor planning, and lack of accountability conspired to first create many strange structures and places, and then more interestingly, leave them standing.