OK, I'll admit I may have been a little too hasty in wanting to introduce my husband to more culture on this trip.
So far, we've managed to avoid most museums, art galleries, theatres, opera houses and concert halls one way or another: too expensive, too crowded, too long to wait, too little time, too tired.
So when I ushered him towards the ticket office for a production of Don Giovanni by Mozart - the famous opera that was the composer's gift to Prague - perhaps I had gone a little too far too quickly.
He had stopped to read a sign advertising very cheap beer. I grabbed him by the hand and rushed inside the relative darkness of the neighbouring entrance to the ticket office. He thought he was to be rewarded with a cold, refreshing ale at a courtyard bar.
Next thing he knew, he was handing over the credit card for two adult tickets to a 5pm performance of the opera ... by marionette puppets.
He was fine with the concept of opera, but perhaps not with sitting in the second row for 90 minutes of a marionette opera without interval.
What water puppets are to Vietnam, marionettes are to Prague.
The marionette tradition here dates back to the 12th century when they were used in religious ceremonies and other folk days.
The puppets bob up and down in almost every souvenir shop window in Old Town, trying to entice tourists to buy, and several marionette companies can be found as well as the Marionette Museum.
The National Marionette Theatre in Prague, for example, offers performances of Mozart's famous "opera of operas" Don Giovanni, and the enchanting story of the Magic Flute.
The theatre has performed Don Giovanni more than 3000 times since 1991.
Today, we find ourselves among more adults than children at the Prague Marionette Company's presentation in the Old Town upstairs theatre in Karlova Street.
The puppets are manipulated with minimal distraction from their puppeteer masters - a particularly difficult task when you have duelling puppets and puppets pushing puppets on swings.
So we were soon captivated by these miniature "actors" telling the dramatic, comical and sometimes risque tale of the incorrigible lothario who pursues the Commandant's daughter Donna Anna unsuccessfully. Murder, mistaken identity and mayhem ensue, but he is punished in the end for his immoral ways.
As a recording of the opera plays on the sound system and with some clever scenery changes, the story unfolds for us as it would in any of the world's great opera houses from New York to Vienna.
OK, it didn't look like an opera house (more like an intimate, suburban independent theatre), and as my husband says, there's only so many times you can watch a puppet hit another puppet over the head, throw them down the stairs or head down one side of the grand staircase and appear on the other side (that's funny once, maybe twice, but not the third time).
But as far as quaint, traditional Prague entertainment goes, the marionettes are small wonders that are big on fun.
And having a trouper of a husband who acts like he's enjoying himself for you makes it a great performance all-round.
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