Old town is very old town. I was told Prague was well-preserved by not being bombed in WWII, but it seeing is believing. Twisty cobblestone roads and big squares with big ol' fussily-architectured giant buildings.
Dinner last night was some nice beef goulash with dumplings. K and I have a running joke-argument about the semantic boundaries between "noodle" and "dumpling" because apparently in polish (or maybe just her dialect? not sure) noodles are things that are not filled, and dumplings are filled. So the doughy balls that came with the goulash (and kopytka and spätzle, for that matter) are plainly noodles. For me (