It has been three weeks since we went to Kraków, and still I find myself far away from having anything intelligent to say about the place. It is not as if it was a bad trip; indeed, we wound up staying for an extra day after EasyJet moved our departing flight up to an unpleasantly early time (thank you, accommodating Airbnb hostess).
We visited the castle, bought (too many) Wawel dragons, had a very nice meal (Pod Aniolami), ate at a local burger place called Moaburger (we bought shirts!), drank an inordinate amount of vodka, and went to several museums, so it is not as if there is a particular lack of things to talk about.
This is rapidly approaching blood-from-a-stone territory, though, so here are the pictures.
Rules, rules.
A trumpeter (no inbound arrows, though).
A sheep, in front of the cloth hall.
One of many purveyors of all things stuffed and draconid.
I am unable to recall the name of this tower because I did not climb it.
It’s like, art, man.
A random church (there are quite a number of these in Kraków).
The view from the courtyard of the random church.
The backside of Wawel Castle.
Wawel cathedral.
A patriotic courtyard.
Amorous columbidae.
It’s Geralt, and I am sad once more (I finally finished The Witcher III last week).
Poland’s favorite son.
Ruins of part of Wawel Castle.
The castle complex was home to a number of interesting gutter spouts.
Smok’s cave: overrated.
The fire-breathing Smok Wawelski.
A celebration of victory over Germany/Prussia/whomever at the battle of Grünwald.
The city-encircling park, built where the city walls once stood.
A monument in front of the old synagogue.
“Quiet apartment old town” translated to “wake up at 6am” due to the demolition of this building.
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