While staying in Góra Świętej Anny (St. Annaberg), a hill-town of 580 souls in Silesia, Poland, my traveling companions and I decided to take a day-trip to Kraków. The pierogis, we were told, were filling; the women, beautiful. We’d traded our euros for Polish złoty, and the royal city called to us like dark post-Communist playground. Continue reading “Strange, Beautiful, Shabby, and Grand: The Rich Melancholy of Kraków, Poland”
