Just kidding: Krakow is a fun zone all around, especially for students. The night we arrived the street in front of our apartment was shut down for a rollerblading party.
When not rollerblading these lucky students are busy snacking.
Belgian fries from food trucks are a big hit. And whoa, ice cream (lody in Polish)—–the ice cream consumption here is epic. In fact the whole city smells like ice cream cones, lilacs, and occasionally sauerkraut.
The Old Town area is full of tourists, but still not touristy. The student culture and lack of twee rescues the place.
You’ve got to love a city that closes down its main square so that students can have a dance party in pajama onesies.
We walked all over the place and made a brief stop at the Museum of Contemporary Art of Krakow which for some strange reason felt quite comfortable to me, like they should have put me to work selling tickets and checking coats or something.
In America, this is how we do our nails.
Krakow’s main cathedral is a mishmash of styles. I called it the Mr. Potato Head Cathedral.
We rented an apartment in Krakow, which was a brilliant idea. Not only is the room comfy, but it comes with a moka: saved from instant coffee HOORAY! Even better, our room has a washing machine. The detergent provided by the rental company is overly scented and unpleasant but hey, better to smell like laundry perfume than to smell like ass.
How we got to Kraków: bus from Sandomierz.
Where we slept: Apartamenty Astur. Price: €42 for a double. Recommended: yes.