The day was so beautiful that I would have wept, if I was that sort of person. It was one of those days where the skies were the colour of speedwells and there was that sensation of expectation hanging in the air. It was very beautiful, Warsaw of my dreams, and the sun shone dully and brightly in the skies. I got some more soft ices and then more vanilla milk, and I walked around the Stare Miasto enjoying the sensation of transition, of between places and going places.
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