On the second day, we four found out the hard way that the country closes early on Saturdays and Sundays. So while we had been advised by a bartender the night prior about some great museums, we soon discovered that they were all closed at 2pm. So, in lieu of that, we visited Warsaw's Old Town, a World Heritage Site.
The Old Town is the oldest part of the city, and so is as close to pure Poland as one could get.
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| Panoramic View of Old Town Market Square |
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| Old Town Market Square |
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| Me and Angie and Town Hall |
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| Me and Avi and a surprisingly useless spigot |
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| Me and the Syrenka |
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| Old Town Walls, from the Middle Ages |
We had dinner at one of the few places that wasn't obliterated in WWII and I (once again) had the best pierogis in Warsaw. We then went back to the hostel and passed out after a long and frigid day. The next day we got up just in time to leave for our plane, and took a cab to Frederic Chopin airport and were able to get home by 4:00. Ultimately it was a great (cheap) trip, and I only wish I had had a parka to wear over my trench coat.
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