Deep. Three hundred steps to get down, about a mile and a half of walking, then a disturbingly intimate elevator ride up. About eight people were crammed into a space that four family members would have found uncomfortably close quarters.
Back in Krakow we visited Wawel Castle and climbed more steps. I couldn't stop counting: 136 up the tower and down again, 135 down to the Dragon Den.
And the because my son chose to sit out the latter which took us outside the castle walls, we had to once again take the long, steep walk up the ramparts to get him.
I tell myself that I'm preparing my glutes for the beaches of Croatia.
Last night we took an old decrepit train to Prague. I swear, it must be left over from the Communist era, as it was crappy and had no amenities or service.
Our botel (yup, boat hotel) rooms weren't ready, so off we went, first to find coffee and breakfast with little satisfying success (what we found was a bit nasty), and then just wandering, where we ended up at Prague Castle.
Once again we chose poorly at lunchtime, as it's really cold and we were tired, cold and hungry, but I've researched dinner and am hoping for Better Things.