Wenceslas Square is a boulevard rather than a square: 750 metres of slope running up from the Old Town to the National Museum, laid out by Charles IV in 1348 as the horse market of his new town. The mounted statue at the top, finished by Josef Václav Myslbek in 1912, is St Wenceslas, the tenth-century duke who became patron of the Czech lands. The buildings behind it run through the last hundred and thirty years — neo-Renaissance, Art Nouveau, functionalist and a good deal of concrete — because this end of Prague kept rebuilding while the Old Town did not.
This is where the country has gathered when something was about to change: the republic declared in 1918, the invasion of 1968, and in November 1989 a crowd that filled the whole slope and shook its keys. A bronze cross set into the pavement above the statue, by the museum fountain, marks where Jan Palach set himself alight in January 1969; Jan Zajíc did the same a month later. Today the slope is sausage stands, department stores and neon, with one tram line cutting across it halfway down, and at dusk the floodlit museum closes the view at the top.