Warszawa, part XIII - Stare Miasto, more Barbakan Warszawski and a little more Jewish Ghetto

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.

Warszawa, part V - Barbakan Warszawski

This is mostly going to be a picture entry.

Putting this entry together took far less time than I thought.

And these photos are very pleasant to look at. Nice to have good weather - good, photogenic weather.

Barbakan Warszawski. I got some more soft ices, and ate and walked and took photos and felt pretty pleased with everything.