Clair,
Upon arrival in Warsaw (Warszawa), Poland we dropped our things off at the hotel and went for a craft beer, because they do not have that in Paris and why not. In this little niche bar, we spoke with an ex-pat who told us all the neat things to do, where to eat– a locals advice is always spot on, and so appreciated. But walking around Warszawa at night is, as we would say in Paris “hyper-cool”. Theres this funny juxtaposition of all the buildings in the skyline. Unfortunately (and brief history lesson), all of the buildings in Poland’s major cities are relatively new, due to the fact it was raised by Russian and German forces in WWII. Here in lies this melange of new and old. The skyline consists of soviet-era buildings and very modern, glassy building that have been built where buildings were not rebuilt.
The next day we decided to go on some of the free walking tours. The first was at 10:00am and was of the “Old Town.” Old town in quotes because it has all been rebuilt, but luckily it has all been rebuilt as an exact replica; this man had a nightmare that the whole city would be destroyed and painted all of the buildings in excruciating detail, armed with those paintings they rebuilt the two old town squares, the royal palace, and the churches. Surely that was a run-on sentence, excuse me. BUT SO we walked all around and it’s so beautiful and colorful. Every building has unique markings that help people to distinguish from one building to the next because supposedly the majority of the population was illiterate at the time. Also it is still very much Christmas in Warsaw (?).
After that walking tour, before it was over, rather, we ran to meet up for the “Alternative Warsaw Tour” which we thought was on the other side of the city, and upon arrival at that false meeting point realized, and ran back to the old town, missed the group and figured they could only have taken one bridge, so ran another mile across the bridge, following a pack of people that could’ve not been our group but luckily, IT WAS THEM. Everyone was staring at us when we joined them though because we were without jackets and sweating. So this tour was a tour of a part of the city called Praga, the old Jewish ghetto. This part of the city is widely known as being dangerous, seeing as it receives no money from the government and was never rebuilt after the war. This had to be one of my favorite parts of the whole trip. If you’ve never seen the movie The Pianist, I would have to 100% recommend it. The story is set in Praga and was filmed here as well. Its the story of a Jewish man who lived in Warszaw during WWII and eventually has to go to the Jewish Ghetto. Before the war many Jews lived in Praga, in total there were 400,000 Jews in all of Warsaw. This absolutely breaks my heart to even type out– today, in Warsaw, there are only 5,000 Jews. It was so interesting to go to Praga though because there is such a stark contrast to the rest of Warsaw there, the sidewalks aren’t clean, the buildings are crumbling and all made of brick, there are eastern bazars, playgrounds made of equipment stolen from playgrounds in Warsaw, and pock-marks on the majority of the buildings.
There’s also incredible street art that people have put there to try and shed happiness on a scarred community. There was a beach mural on a wall in an empty-brick-filled-lot and the guide said the children all come and play in the summer. Theres another where the artist asked people what they wanted and the kids said trees, and aliens, and a duck, and a bear. I guess I find romance in old broken things, but it was interesting to enter another little world with a sense of community and a very real desire to emulate a phoenix and rebuild. We left that tour a touch early and ran to another walking tour that was supposed to be of the old Jewish quarter but really wasn’t and ended up leaving that one early as well, but just because the guide wasn’t great
12 miles later we got zapekanki and it felt so gooooooood. Went back to the hotel and napped and then did pub-crawled through Warszawa which was equally as potent as the one in Kraków. The next day we got up and wandered around some more, took photos of things we hadn’t. We found what is left of the walls of the Jewish Ghetto. Had a very relaxed last day of vacation. Back to Paris in the morning! Love ya love ya.
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MUCH LOVE
ELISE
PS. Shoe game is on fleek here in Poland? Please report back if this is the proper use of the word fleek as Americans are inventing strange words I do not know, while I am not there.