I made it back to the modest but nice place I now call home. We had a nice day. We went back to the Rynek for a while, then headed to the Jewish district. We toured a synagogue that had been turned into a museum, including a portion on nearby concentration camps (Auschwitz).

Kraków was more than I was really ready for. There was just too much: The children’s parade Saturday; all the architecture; the cafes and restaurants we went to; the dancing in the square this afternoon (and the accompanying drunk). It was all too much. I kept making mental notes – feeding the pigeons, walking in the rain, the age of everything surrounding me – but I don’t think I’ll ever remember it all. All I can say is that it was a truly magnificent experience.

What surprised me was the number of Americans we met. It seemed that we were everywhere. I guess Kraków is the city most visited by tourists. It stands to reason that we would meet many Americans.

There are so many churches in the old city. I couldn’t help but be awed by their beauty and simultaneously repulsed by the relative waste of money. How many people could have been helped by all the resources poured into those silly buildings?