Vršovice, I See You

Vršovice is not in the heart of Prague. Unlike Vyšehrad, It doesn’t have a castle, or a shoreline against the murmuring Vltava. It doesn’t have the colorful quaintness of Vinohrady, or the nightlife of Zižkov. It certainly doesn’t have the winding cobblestone streets of Old Town.

And yet, as I travel in and out of Vršovice each day, I begin to see that it does have it’s own unique mark. The block-style in the eastern end, where I live, evokes images of Prague’s history under communist rule. Though now the drab buildings are re-painted in cheerful colors, the strange artistic style of building motifs remain. Instead of the ornate curlicues that bedeck the buildings in New Town, simplistic motifs of stalwart workers are around every other corner. There are a number of the strangest looking churches, tall and boxy, as if made from legos. In a nation that is 80% atheist, I wonder at them from the tram. There’s hardly cafe to be found, but there’s the football stadium and the biggest Tesco, and more grocery stores than I care to count. Vršovice is a practical neighborhood, full of residential buildings full of practical people.

Vršovice, you don’t have to be like the other neighborhoods. I think you’re just fine the way you are. Vršovice, I see you.

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