I’ve been coming to Kraków ever since I was a child, and this November’s quick trip reminded me just how much I love this city.
I mean, how can visiting a city so old, never get old?
Those of you who read my blog regularly (okay, basically my mom) were probably thinking: “Wow Pauline, another rhetorical question.”
Alas, dear friends, I have an answer for this one.
See the reason why I can be in Kraków hundreds of times and still come hundreds more is that, simply put, Kraków is magical.
Since my mother and I landed here on Sunday, we’ve had our fair share of “magic moments.”
We swayed and sang along to Leonard Cohen’s “Hallelujah” with hundreds of people in the main square commemorating the artist’s passing. We went to mass at St. Mary’s Basilica and gazed at the largest Gothic altarpiece in the world. We rode around town in a horse drawn carriage listening to the patter of hooves on the cobblestone streets.
Even if you didn’t do any of those things, the city would still be spectacular. You could wander around the main square in Old Town seventeen times and choose a different street of little cafes and shops to veer off and get lost in. (This was originally written as an exaggeration, but I counted and there are in fact twelve different streets that split off the main square.)
As if it couldn’t get any better, we just went out to dinner at a very lovey restaurant and had appetizers, mains, desserts, beverages and wine for two for under $50. I mean if that’s not wizardry to you, then you’re probably really well off and in that case I’m happy for you. But you’ll find me, and mama Kulka, ballin’ on a budget in Kraków.
And if you still don’t believe it’s magical, then you can talk to the dragon who lives under the Wawel Castle.
But he’ll probably eat you, so don’t.