I lived ridiculously close to the metro station. Around the corner, down the block, past the train tracks, through the tunnel, and I was there. The Prague metro is fantastic - it is clean, efficient, and its routes are not complicated with Express and local stops, myriads of colored, lettered and numbered lines, and inconvenient transfer points. The cars were roomy and spacious - I almost always was able to find a seat. It was a great chance to listen to my mp3 player, although it made me stick out like a sore thumb. Sometimes, the transit police would browse the cars, looking for tourists. I learned the trick however; don’t look them in the eye. Pretend they are invisible. If you look them in the eye, if you slow your pace as you pass them, they’d stop you. They were good at sniffing out tourists. Unless they singled me out or blocked my way, I never had to show my pass.
