Arrival and hotel
Arriving felt strange at first with all the unreadable signs and unintelligable language, but (too) soon you feel right at home with all the familiar places around you- from Starbuck’s to Subway to McDonald’s – and once you are outside the station you have banks and office buildings with the familiar logos on top.
We are residing in one of those hotels too and the welcome was not quite as warm as we would have expected – having heard so much about the famous Polish hospitality. Being asked for ID first thing certainly makes you think of other places than a hotel.
We took the great tour with the lift up to the top floor (stopping at every second or third one) before finally correctly applying the key card and pressing the button for our floor.
The room is great and even has a view (partly at least) of the Palace of Culture, Warszawa’s unliked, Soviet-built weddingcake-style landmark.
We did it all (about 18k of walking – ca 25’000-30’000 steps: depending on the count on my or the husband’s phone)!
The old town, the new town, the river, the modern parts… and I don’t know where the people have been that call Warszawa the ugliest capital in Europe. It’s pretty and it is unique. It might not all be fresh and scrubbed, in places it is old and a little run down and a lot of buildings could do with a little color other than the common greys and browns, but every city district has its own charm and atmosphere – and sometimes it just means crossing one street and being somewhere different.
Palace square with Sigismund column:
Old town market square with the siren, another Warszawa landmark:
New town market square and Memorial for the heroes of the Warzsaw uprising in 1944:
Memorial for the heroes of the ghetto and Museum of Jewish History:
Remembering the Warzsaw ghetto:
Palace of Culture, skysrapers and Central Station with shopping mall:
The royal palace, the river Vistula and our favorite snacks: