Where do you go when you want to escape? I get a ticket, pack my carry-on luggage and fly to my absolute favourite spot on the planet, Prague. It is my comfort blanket. This time the city really has made an effort with the welcome. Who cares about a March chill when the sky is coved in rays of sunshine. We headed to town for cocktails and for some shopping, walks in the old town and we ate a mountain of blackforest gatto. Who says it is out of fashion?