Before leaving Poland for good, we stop by the memorial to the Child Soldiers who perished in WWII.
On the last evening in Warsaw, a lazy walk around the Barbakan – the old perimeter and defense walls – makes you realize just how small the city actually was.
The Gardens, or as the literal translation would go, the King’s Baths. It used to be the King’s hunting grounds, and it was designed for his enjoyment.
A rainy day won’t stop us from going to the famous stone steps, from visiting the square again, or from layering up and walking along the Wisla river.
It’s rainy. And it looks like it’ll rain all day. So a visit inside the King’s Palace is in order. The whole area of Old Town has been rebuilt.
Warsaw. So here’s the deal: I have a 12-year-old girl and a Mom with me who has a bum leg at the moment.
Last evening in Koczala. I won’t be back for a while.
Back in Koczala for a little bit more. Took another walk to the cafe – 45 there, 45 back – by way of the lake.
Chojnice. It’s the nearest ‘big’ town. It’s not really that big, not when you’re used to living in Toronto, but it is the biggest town around.
Lovely quiet walks. We had a fun little walk with my Mom around Przechlewo where she told my Girl about some family history.
Showed the various buildings and who worked and lived where. I didn’t know some of it either, so it was nice to hear these things that people don’t really talk about: their past.
