Warsaw
Warsaw is the city of Chopin, and the composer is celebrated
all over town. We managed to find rooms
in a quirky B&B called, wait for it…, Chopin Boutique B&B. This was a very cute place with lots of
character, a great breakfast, and was in an idea location to get to most places
on foot. In addition, each night, there
is a concert featuring the music of Chopin in the drawing room.
Each room was different.
Bathroom mural with a King on a commode in the right hand corner |
This lovely lady took up a full wall in my bathroom!
The old part of town was quaint and of course quite beautiful.
This castle was beautiful, but even more impressive was the
story that went along with it. Formerly
the home of kings and dignitaries the castle was often the target of
aggression. Apparently during the second
world war the castle was destroyed on orders of Adolph Hitler. Before this, much of the impressive art was
looted by the Germans, but also removed by Polish art historians and hidden as
a cautious measure. The castle was then deliberately
blown, with holes being drilled into the walls and these then filled with
explosives. It was more or less
flattened. In fact, pretty much all of
Warsaw was flattened during the war.
Warsaw castle |
Once the war was over the plan was made to rebuild the
castle and eventually it was, with funding coming from donations and much
volunteer labour. Each room has been
restored as possible, sometimes with only a small piece of the original material
as a guide and the rest being remade to fit.
The stored art, and other similar art, fills the walls. It is truly a monument to the resiliency of
the people.
For a final night we went out on the town for a final dinner. On the menu, the first item in the appetizer
section was a pickle and vodka. This was
not in the drinks section, but the appetizer!
So – what’s a girl to do – try it of course !
A bit of a shock to the system but
surprisingly it has become a real favorite.
A really classic combination.
The pickle and the vodka |
And so ends our journey to Eastern Europe. We loved every bite (and every minute).
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