A day of inappropriateness in Prague

I had to have a layover in Prague on my way back to the States, so I figured I'd make it a LONG layover. 18 hours or so. Just enough to catch a reasonable glimpse of what might be the most beautiful and visually interesting city I've ever seen.

I get to Rome airport with no problem at all, and while shopping around waiting for my flight, I see this kitchen product from Alessi Italian Design called "Mandarin." That's right, like a mandarin orange. It's a juicer in the shape of a chinaman. Old-school racial stereotype style.

Rik would have loved it. He has a fondness for all tangible things racially inappropriate. We spend a lot of time in Mexico taking pictures of signs for Chinese restaurants and rice, where this image is still alive and kicking.

See also his blog post on Mokaflor, the even more offensive Italian coffee.

I am also kickiong myself for not buying this calendar at the airport: I kid you not, it was a pin-up calendar of hot priests. Hot young priests. In their robes. It really couldn't have been a joke: they were completely clothed and only good-looking enough to be convincing. Wow.

A stroll around Prague revealed possibly the worst and creepiest souvenier you can get someone- a Czech crystal that has YOUR FACE (or other body parts, I imagine) lasered into it. Looks like one of those World Trade Center paperweights they sell by the hundreds at the site. Very, very, creepy. 3D Prague Atelier, (their site seems down at the moment) Karlova 23, Prague.

A rainy evening in Prague (and did I really need an excuse anyway?) brought me to the Sex Machine Museum of Prague. Not just sex, sex MACHINE. That's right. That would make it the ONLY museum I went to the whole trip. Oh, except for the one containing Michealangelo's David, but he was naked and underage, so I guess it wasn't out of theme.

Oh yes, there will be pictures.