I first made the journey to Krakow in the summer of 1996. I took an 8:00 am train from Radom, an industrial city just outside of Warsaw, to Krakow along with a compartmentful of co-volunteers from the Peace Corps. An industrious group took a train leaving at five something in the morning, but valuing my sleep more than sightseeing, I waited for the next train.
In ’96, Krakow Główny was an average Polish train station. There was a parking area in front, and across the street from it was the main bus station: a sad, dirty affair that I came to avoid at all costs. Krakow Główny wasn’t much better, particularly the waiting area.
These days, it’s somewhat more spectacular.
The approach to the market square is much the same as it was fourteen years ago.
Out of the station, a broad walk leads to a passage under Westerplatter Street.
In the mid-ninties, this was where the “shopping” started. The intended clientele here was not the few Westerners who might, in comparison, be relatively rich. These small shops and kiosks sold things for Poles; by and large, they still do.
Emerging from under Westerplatter Street,
the walkway passes beside the Juliusz Slowacki theater.
The walk to the rynek continues down ulica Pijarska past the only real tobacconist I could find in Krakow.
It was here that I first bought what became my favorite pipe tobacco: Dunhill’s Mixture 965. Dunhill no longer produces the blend, and even if they did, I wouldn’t be able to buy it here now: no real tobacco blends to speak of.
The walk continues by the Florianska Gate,
turning left onto Florianska street.
The MacDonald’s on Florianska has been there since my very first visit. Whenever I was in Krakow, I dropped by. Not for food, but for the one thing that American chains did better than just about anyone else in Poland at that time: bathrooms. Only at McDonald’s could I count on clean facilities, and apparently others discovered that as well: within a year, McD’s had switched to a pay bathroom, something seemingly unthinkable for many Westerners but common at that time (and still quite common). One had to be a customer to use the restroom, so I bought a small order of fries.
My first visit, I was completely unaware what awaited me at the end of the street.
Stepping onto the rynek (main market square), it’s difficult not to stand motionless in awe. But that’s for another day.
