I can’t help but let out an audible sigh of relief as I leave Prague behind, melting into a seat on a RegioJet train speeding southwards. The city I loved 20 years ago has lost its charm for me. And that’s not Prague’s fault – it’s mine. I wilt in crowded places these days.
Staring out of the train window at the forested hillsides, the wagons whizz towards Brno, the Czech Republic’s second city. As the capital of Moravia, one of the large historical Czech regions, Brno is not short on medieval sites and picturesque pastel-coloured buildings.
