Warsaw was just as grey, and maybe 5 bazillion times more chilly, than Karakow. But we arrived just in time for one of the best ever things. FIREWORKS! And at a palace-cum-clock tower no less.
The next day, we found Warsaw to be a place both inspiring and horrifically depressing.
Every adventure has its setbacks, the trials you have to overcome as you blaze a trail into the unknown. Our’s arrived on the train from Krakow to Warsaw.
This month has been characterised by angry political marches and books that made me cry. What a great start to 2017! These are the titles that helped distract me (and ruin me emotionally) when global news became too much:
the little squid 