Oh Bratislava, I know it’s unfair that you’re smack in the middle of Budapest, Vienna, and Prague, and they are all sooo awesome, and you’re… well, Bratislava. Despite being a lovely little town, on three hours of sleep, I was less than impressed. Maybe another free walking tour wasn’t the best idea after a restless night, but I was not having the city tax, nor the $20 dorm bunk, nor the overly nationalistic tour guide. I’m all for tour guides bragging about their city, their country, but I trust the guide more if she or he throws in some good jokes in at their own expense on top of the twenty reasons their city and country is better than someone else’s! Having exhausted the city before lunch, we made our way to the mall for popcorn and a really rather terrible movie. I was excited. Andrew was excited. Suddenly we liked Bratislava a little bit more!
The walking tour went through the old town, with history lessons covering the possession of the city, witch hunts, and communism of course! Again, there was more talking than walking at times, but it was interesting. As tired as we both were, I was still glad we did it.
The Church of St. Elizabeth (nice name, right?) is a Catholic Church that’s also known as ‘the blue church.’ We were told it’s the most famous church to get married in and has a year waiting list. One year didn’t seem so long to me…
This was the only street art that I saw in Bratislava. I thought it was fairly accurate.
Outside of Eurovea (the mall) we spotted this grand statue, unfortunately I have no idea what it is commemorating. Inside the mall, I was smitten with the sculptures that were scattered throughout the mall. It was a glimpse into a circus performance at every turn.