Krakow. Once Poland's capital. A true gem in my book. Young nightlife galore. I preferred Kazimierz, the old Jewish neighborhood. A more artsy, creative crowd. Pure fun, in a dark cellar or terrace dance floor. Beautiful architecture sporatically throughout the city, from the post office to the corner cafe. Alleyways full of original works of art, from the homeless to the known. A grand square with hourly church bells and trumpet playing surrounded by horse-drawn carriages. And golf carts, for the lazy tourists. Wawel hill holds the royal castle and cathedral. A true microcosm for the Polish. Or so they say. Great views of the Vistula river and the bridges crossing it.
I suggest to get lost in the countryside. I did, though not purposely. See the lengthy green fields with yellow-flowered patches. Find the smallest, most elaborate music store. Small towns with locals carrying baskets shopping the fresh markets. Discover a wedding. Everyone from town in attendance. An accidental discovery of true Polish beauty, at its finest.
Wieliczka. Old salt mines lie here. Ancient mining techniques displayed. Old tales hidden in the deep crevices. There are multiple churches built underneath. The grandest cathedral decorated with chandeliers and paintings, all made of salt. You can actually marry there. 135 meters below ground. Auschwitz. Five years of history all should know, see and learn from. To save one life is as if you have saved the world.
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