Dzien dobry! Greetings from Warsaw, Poland.
I arrived Sunday after the show in Paris, stepped off the plane and was welcomed by some chilly weather of nearly 38 degrees!
I’m still getting used to this measure called Celsius, so you can imagine my shock when I looked at my phone and read 6 degrees!?
But the city was gorgeous.
I met a colleague for lunch in the hotel. We refueled and he took off for the gym. I decided to visit Old Town Poland.
The hotel gave me directions to take a right out of the hotel and walk until I reached a palm tree. A palm tree seemed odd, but the directions were pretty spot on.
Poor Louis! Perhaps a discount is in order? Louis Vuitton can not possibly sell a handbag that’s touched the floor!
This shop was right up Mama’s alley. Garden chachskis.
I stumbled across this neat little candy shop. Yummy sugar confections that had little designs rolled inside each piece. There were all sorts of flavors, margarita, strawberry, frutti tutti, coconut, truffle, pina colada and licorice.
But first, bubbles!
The square was filled with artists, musicians and a small stand selling mulled wine.
I was tempted to grab a glass as the air became cooler. The Polish women were donning fur hats, wool jackets and beautiful leather boots…I think they were on to something.
I missed the memo and instead toured the city in flats and heavy sweater. Not appropriate garb for temps in the 30’s.
Once the sun dipped, so did the temps – drastically. I purchased a scarf on my way home – I even bartered for it! And attempted to wrap my neck, face and head to keep warm for the trip back to the hotel.
I was nearly home when a sign caught my eye…
I’m becoming quite the hot chocolate connoisseur/addict.
Perhaps not as wonderful as my Parisian favorite, but it was a close second. Whipped cream and a sprinkle of walnuts, topped the tall mug of hot cocoa.
I ate it with a spoon like a melted hot fudge sundae.
Once my toes regained consciousness, I head off. It wasn’t long before I was distracted once again…
Sadly, there was no time to shop, rather a business dinner was scheduled for that evening.
Old Town Warsaw was certainly a treat.
My colleagues and I met at a lovely restaurant called Stary Dom, that served up traditional Polish cuisine.
Stuffed from my cocoa snack, I opted for a light soup, beetroot borscht.
But, I tried it! Definitely, not a liver gal.
A dessert gal, perhaps.