Sometimes that path would end up leading us to one of the lakes surrounding us.
On the very first day I picked a direction for the day.
Koczala marked the beginning of some lazy days. Days spent walking – a lot – running errands for my Babcia.
After many hours in the car, we finally made it to Koczala – the village my Babcia lives in.
Right before I left I finished this little number and had enough yarn left over to make myself a matching vest.
A little latte, a little walk around the islands.
Old town Wroclaw has so much charm. The city proper also has dwarves strewn all about.
Last story from France. Winding our way through the Montmartre area towards Sacre Couer we stopped at an artisan shop where all the items are made by local artists.
Versailles, the current town itself, is a bigger city with a small town feel.
To say that the gardens at Versailles are massive would be an understatement. They are hectares worth of massive.
