It’s a balmy evening on a curving, café lined street. Men and women in
suits walk briskly on their way to evening cocktails, the perfectly
coiffed teeter on high heels, toting couture-filled shopping bags,
while young intellectuals fiercely debate issues of the day through
plumes of cigarette smoke. Just beyond, in a leafy and flower-filled
park, mothers mind their children playing near a fountain, while
silver-haired ladies walk their tiny dogs.
You know you’re in a European city— but Warsaw? Here’s my story about one of my favorite urban destinations.