Prague, hype for a reason

St. Vitus Cathedral across the Vltava River
Prague is gorgeous. I wish I had had a week to see everything. It is one of the most touristy places in Europe right now, but for good reason. Everything there is old, and beautiful, and breathtaking, and I could go on and on.
We started the day by walking across the Charles Bridge and Vltava River. The bridge is covered with over 30 statues and a load of tourists.
We slowly made our way over to the castle stairs. My dad was obsessed with the "enemies." He kept saying things like, "And if your enemies made it this far, they'd look at that wall and just say, 'Ehhh, screw it'." But we did make it to the castle, just in time for the Changing of the Guard ceremony. They do a really nice job, complete with a band and everything.
After this, it was finally time to see the cathedral. It's simply amazing. Every inch of it is covered in stone detail, stained glass, green patterned roof tiles, and flying buttresses off to the side. I decided to walk up to the top of the bell tower, but my parents skipped it. It was almost 300 tiny stairs winding up a circular staircase barely wide enough for the two directions of traffic going through there. But the view made it worth it. You can see the river crossed by numerous bridges, and churches and monuments all in the distance.
Later, I walked around the New Town and Jewish Quarter. There is an old Jewish cemetery that is said to be 12 layers deep and filled with 100,000 graves. But it is contained in an area barely big enough for a block of flats. The tombstones are practically on top of each other.
I managed to find a cafe and had slivovice (plum brandy), as suggested by Roger. Amazingly I still have my taste buds and my sight. Good Lord, that is straight paint thinner in a shot glass.
My feet were killing me at the end of the day, but I was still on them after dinner trying to track down a Jazz cafe. I found one called Reduta Jazz Club. They played some awesome and curiously authentic Jazz, but it was weird to hear these guys break out into Czech in between songs. And of course occasionally, pronounce the lyrics perfectly until they had to sing "where." "Vayr I like to go..."
Oh Prague, I would go back in a heartbeat. I still feel like I barely saw the city, though. I can see why so many of my friends were happy to spend a couple of months there.