I recently took a trip to Kraków in Poland and when I booked my ‘cheap-as-chips’ Ryanair flight I didn’t really know what the city had to offer. I chose to visit Kraków simply because it was one of the places I could travel to from my local airport, and at just £22.90 return (all-in) the flight was a bargain.
I had no idea what to expect as the wheels of the plane met the tarmac at Kraków airport with a familiar jolt. I had done absolutely no research at all aside a brief scan over an article someone sent me that hailed the city to be “Poland’s historic and cultural gem.” Everything I knew of Poland could have been written on the back of one of the stamps I would affix to postcards I’d send my niece and nephew.
Foolish as it now seems, I thought Poland would be cold, and dare I say, a little communist and grey in appearance. I had imagined square cars, utilitarian buildings, and people in uniforms with stern expressions on their hard faces to suit gruff accents familiar to those of villains from an old James Bond films. The reality though, could not have been further from that picture.
Under a blanket blue sky and basking in the warmth of a classic summers day, Kraków was about to take me by surprise. The walk from the train station to the center of the Old Town and the Main Market Square was a slow one as I carried the weight of my backpack and rued my decision to dress for cooler climes. Frequently stopping to look at the ancient buildings I was already impressed; humbled in fact, by my total ignorance of what this city clearly had to offer.
At the end of that street I turned the corner and walked onto the 13th century Market Square. Few cities in Europe, and maybe even the world, can boast a square as regal and impressive as this. It truly is a wonder and seeing it for the first time was an arresting experience. I put my bag down and just stood there consciously capturing the scene, soaking up the sounds, and savoring the moment.
Amid the tourists and locals hustling their way through the crowds, I met up with my couchsurfing friend, Stefan, who had kindly agreed to host me. Last year he visited me in Liverpool and had amused me with his overt enthusiasm for my city. So I was merely completing the circle as I exclaimed my genuine delight and awe at what I had seen so far of his hometown. He was busy at a conference, but we arranged to meet up that evening whereupon he would introduce me to his city by night.
With just two full days in the city I decided not to hit the tourist guide and attempt to rush around the ‘must-see’ sites. Instead I just wandered around the winding streets of the Old Town and Jewish quarter, allowing myself to stumble upon places of interest at a tempo befitting a carefree summer stroll. I wasn’t worried about missing some ‘essential’ landmarks, instead I wanted to discover Kraków at my own pace, as I have done with so many other cities across the world.
With lunch on my mind I found a small restaurant with tables outside primed for excellent people-watching opportunities. From here I could observe people going about their business, I could sit in the sun and make up stories for each of them. With a tall glass of Tyskie Polish beer shining like a block of gold on my table, I sat back in my chair and relaxed into Poland as the minutes melted away.
On the table next to me two men were talking business as a couple on a bench across the way kissed as if the rest of the world had disappeared. A young mother helped her child untangle a balloon from the handle of his stroller as an eco-taxi silently whispered by under the peddle power of its driver. A young boy fed pigeons as they fluttered and frenzied around him as if nobody else would ever throw them a crumb, and two nuns scurried by in their white habits, a religious uniform that surely Jesus himself would find utterly unflattering, but then again maybe that’s the point?
I’m always somewhat envious of countries that are able to have tables and chairs outside of their restaurants. I wonder if we British would be a more mellow and laid back people if we were able to eat ‘Alfresco’ without always having to adorn coats or be prepared to make a mad dash for cover when the heavens open.
My lunch was a delicious bowl of soup as recommended by the waitress who assured me this was a “truly Polish dish.” Żurek z kiełbasą is a Polish style soup with sausage and egg. This was probably one of the best soups I have ever tasted, or so I thought at the time. However, not to take anything away from the exquisite soup, I wonder if perhaps all food tastes just that little bit better when it’s enjoyed under the mellow warmth of the summer sun.
I continued my stroll around the labyrinth of the medieval streets and through some of the lush green public gardens that enclose Kraków’s Old Town in a beautiful two-mile-plus tree lined path. Along the way there were old men in traditional costume playing old Polish folk music on trumpets, clarinets, and accordions.
I bought a swirling chocolate and vanilla ice-cream and continued my aimless amble, stopping here and there to snap pictures that would become my travel trophies, proof that I was here.
I stopped frequently in small coffee shops to rest my feet and sip espressos while the smell of ground coffee beans danced with the swirls of cigarette smoke wafting from the tables of people whom I chose to imagine were artists and poets, regardless of the truth.
As the evening drew on, and the shadows of the horse drawn carriages stretched across market square, the passing of another hour came around again. Like every passing hour before, it was announced by a bugle call from the tower of St Mary’s Church. The notes ring out across the square then come to an abrupt end. I was listening carefully because I learned that the sudden end of the bugle call is to commemorate a trumpeter who was shot through the throat at that very location by a invading Tatar archer in 1241 when the Mongols besieged the city. It’s funny what history chooses to remember.
That evening I met up with Stefan and we headed out for some drinks. This is where couchsurfing trumps any tour book or Lonely Planet guide. Nothing beats having a local show you their city. It’s extremely unlikely I would have found the places Stefan took me as most of them seemed to be down dimly lit stairs into elaborately decorated basement bars. The most outlandish of them was called Łódź Kaliska in which the walls were emblazoned with arty pictures of naked ladies and mirrors that left me feeling disoriented while I was still completely sober!
The next day I explored the Jewish Kazimierz neighborhood. It has something of a chilling history because during the Holocaust the neighborhood was walled in and its residents were slowly removed to concentration camps. I walked into a number of the old apartment buildings that seemed to groan under the weight of the history they hold.
I spent much of the day exploring the cities many churches and looking up at graphic depictions of the wounded Christ upon the cross. I find it a little strange that Catholics like to depict their God in this most ungodly moment of weakness. I guess that’s some religious thing, but a part of me felt a sorry for him as I looked at the various statues of him suspended in torturous pain nailed to the crucifix. From a PR point of view it’s a disaster which, I suppose, is why the Church of England removed him from the cross and started depicting him as a guy who spent a lot of time walking around with sheep and an inconvenient glow emanating from his head.
As the second day came to an end, Stefan and I again hit the bars. In the old Jewish neighborhood he took me to a bar that had record players, vintage radios, and old bicycles hung upon its walls. Another one that felt more like an art gallery that was moonlighting as a bar, and one was so dark I imagine that it would make little difference if you were blind drunk.
After a few more bars in the Old Town we were done, it was late and having missed the last tram back to his apartment we had to walk to the bus stop. Along the way Stefan was keen to bring my time in his city to a fitting gastronomical finale with a Polish sausage from the “blue van” parked through the night at Hala Targowa marketplace.
Apparently the “Blue van” is a near legend among the locals, and really, what better way to end a night, and indeed a trip like this, than to eat meat out of a van cooked over an open fire right there on the side of the road by two shifty looking Polish men in white coasts. Yes, that sounds just about perfect if you ask me.
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Kraków walks
MSNBC looks at Kraków
Wrote the following comment on Jun 7, 2010 at 6:25 am
Two frames along from the pic of you enjoying a lager shandy there’s a picture of a young couple sitting at a table, trying to ignore the naked woman laying on the furniture behind them. What’s that all about?
Wrote the following comment on Jun 7, 2010 at 4:17 pm
1. i love how you quote yourself in your own post. haha. like you’re editing someone else’s newsletter. that’s great.
2. that’s a great pic of you and stefan. it looks like you have giant ethereal wings coming out of your back.
Wrote the following comment on Jun 7, 2010 at 6:06 pm
I really enjoyed this post Simon. I read it on my iPad on the tube (probably while the secret photographer snapped my picture!). The slideshow was very cool. I liked your notes on the pictures, it felt a little like DVD extras.
In response to Marcie, I don’t think Simon was so much quoting himself as he was doing what in the print world is called a ‘pull quote’ in order to give the reader a snippet of the content. I used to work at a print publisher before moving to the online world, and we always used pull quotes there.
Wrote the following comment on Jun 7, 2010 at 7:02 pm
I have the same question as Peter. Though I would like to go further and ask for detailed directions to that bar where naked girls just casually lay around on the table.
Bella, you use an ipad on the tube? I’m pretty sure I read somewhere that people were getting mugged for their ipods and iphones at one time so I would imagine that an ipad would be a serious target. Maybe London is safer these days, but I don’t know, it’s full of cockneys and they’re just the scousers of the south!
Wrote the following comment on Jun 7, 2010 at 10:39 pm
@ Pete, @ Max Headroom – Now then you guys didn’t read the whole post did you. You’re guilty of reading like I used to (just looking at the pictures). I did mention the bar with the naked girls. The naked girl laying across the table isn’t actually a real naked girl. Instead that is a huge life size decal on a mirror, but the illusion is just as convincing when you are in the dimly lit bar I can assure you. I had to do a double take!
@ Marcie – I’m not really quoting myself. As BellaGeek says its a pull-quote and its there to give scan reading folks a sense of what they can expect. I’ve been using pull-quotes quite a bit since the beginning of the year. Now, I’m didn’t consult any sources to see if you can use pull quotes to, in effect, quote yourself, but I’ve seen a number of magazine articles that use pull-quotes in the same way so I just went with it :-)
Wrote the following comment on Jun 7, 2010 at 11:27 pm
The top picture could be a poster. Very cool!
Wrote the following comment on Jun 8, 2010 at 12:34 am
My my Simon, you do get around don’t you ;-)
Wrote the following comment on Jun 8, 2010 at 12:51 am
i just saw “schindler’s list” last night and was expecting the same things about the city as you: bleak, cold, even black and white. i enjoyed reading and seeing how the city is full of life now. i am pleasantly surprised.
Wrote the following comment on Jun 8, 2010 at 12:44 pm
HA! The blue kielbasa van is a must, most tourists would miss that so well done! It’s there every night from 9pm to 3am. It is delicious and well worth 7 zlotty.
Next time you go there’s another late night eating spot in the Kazimierz district you should visit. It’s called Plac Nowy, A true-blue local hangout and the best place to get a zapiekanka or a kebab at 3-4am.
Wrote the following comment on Jun 8, 2010 at 2:36 pm
You know Simon I never really have a lot to say about your political posts, but I love your travels and the pictures you share. They help me escape my office here for a few moments. So, thank you for sharing. This really was a lovely post.
Wrote the following comment on Jun 9, 2010 at 4:03 am
God damn Simon, you’re such an ass!!
(Well come on, you know everyone is going to tell you you’re a fucking amazing photographer when you pull shit like this, so I HAD to mess with yo a little!)
Wrote the following comment on Jun 12, 2010 at 6:06 pm
It was a real pleasure to have you with me!
You might find interesting one day:
– my cracow map (hosted on google maps)
– night city panoramas
Wrote the following comment on Jun 18, 2010 at 10:16 pm
nice to be here again Simon ;o)
Wrote the following comment on Jun 20, 2010 at 8:07 am
Good to see you here Clive. :)
Wrote the following comment on Jun 21, 2010 at 3:53 pm
I honestly had no idea what to expect from Krakow, and am glad you wrote this post and put up so many pics. I’ll have to add it to my list of places to see now. :)
and p.s. I like how you can look at the pics now. Up close and in a slide show. Very cool.
Wrote the following comment on Jul 11, 2010 at 5:41 am
I must say your blog is very neat and appealing, i would like to lift away your techniques.
also i would like to mention that i would never forget your remarks of Christ being suspended on the cross.
Wrote the following comment on Aug 24, 2010 at 10:02 pm
Nice post – really enjoyed it! You should come back to Krakow one day!
Wrote the following comment on Aug 24, 2010 at 10:51 pm
@ Monika – Thanks! I do intend to return to Krakow sooner rather than later. It was a great city and I’d like to spend more time there for sure.
Wrote the following comment on Oct 4, 2010 at 6:12 pm
Greetings from Krakow!! This is truly an amazing city. I can’t believe it’s so overlooked by American tourists, it’s heartbreakingly beautiful. So glad I get to be here!
Wrote the following comment on Oct 6, 2010 at 4:52 pm
Glad you’re enjoying it Heather! :-)