Bar Prague

After a lot of walking around the Tate Modern in an ill fitting pair of summer shoes, my poor feet were feeling very sore.

Fortunately for me, Bar Prague was waiting up in Shoreditch.  I'd tried to go once before, but arrived at 11.30, not knowing that it doesn't open until 12.  So I wasn't expecting such a wonderful welcome in the form of several fat old armchairs to sink into whilst I read the newspaper and drank a coffee.

This bar/cafe also has artwork on display and a selection of Czech beers (which you might well expect from a Czech place).