I have decided that I love Krakow. I realize that I had no idea what a jewel it is in Europe’s medieval crown. Which other cities can compete I wonder? Bruges maybe? And, as an added benefit, the tourist/restaurant business is managed and run by pretty young women who all speak perfect English. I consider that I am now old enough to get away with that comment; I probably remind most of them of their granddad.
While we usually try and “have a go” linguistically (with apologies to Wilfred Pickles), I suspect that both Polish & Hungarian might be beyond us. Today was a veg-out and orientation day. Bought our train ticket to Budapest, found a beautiful Art Deco hotel for our return to Krakow and stocked up on delicious yogurt, blackcurrants and raspberries at the open-air market. Fortunately, both of us love markets. As part of the errand-running activities, we did get to cover most of the Old City, in an initial, cursory fashion. And yes, these are sunflowers at the market.
While we usually try and “have a go” linguistically (with apologies to Wilfred Pickles), I suspect that both Polish & Hungarian might be beyond us. Today was a veg-out and orientation day. Bought our train ticket to Budapest, found a beautiful Art Deco hotel for our return to Krakow and stocked up on delicious yogurt, blackcurrants and raspberries at the open-air market. Fortunately, both of us love markets. As part of the errand-running activities, we did get to cover most of the Old City, in an initial, cursory fashion. And yes, these are sunflowers at the market.
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