Who’s the tourist?
There was a really cool park in Warsaw, right behind the Tomb of the Unknown Soldier, which I really liked a lot. It reminded me of a miniature of Central Park in New York City. I rode around it on my trusty steed.
In my mind this has to be one of the great food finds of the 21st century. At least for me. I could see myself eating one of these everyday, just looking for the best Kebob in Poland, kinda like I did for a few years ago concering Bar-B-Que in Texas and Oklahoma.
This cemetary is supposed to contain over 150,000 graves with most coming during WW II. It was my first Jewish Cemetary.
This is the Presidential Palace. Who would have thought that a President would get a palace.
I’m not sue who this is. I just know it was picturesque and I have a lot of digital storage.
Poland has a lot memorials to its’ fallen war heroes. It should. There were millions and millions of them in World War II alone.
All this time I thought she was French. Everytime I said that it upset the Polish person to whom I was talking. I got a lot of mileage out of that comment.
That’s me being unintentionally (translation: naturally) stupid at the Barbican. I was trying to figure out if the camera was working Ok. The problem wasn’t the camera.
That’s me and my trusty steed at the Barbican in Warsaw.