A short storm and some kind of cozy-looking festival packed with locals, especially kids.
Kids everywhere, reminding me of the two I left at home with their grandmother. They had a nice time, I was assured.
The kids in Krakow were all dressed so nicely, better than their parents if I’m being honest: girls in princess dresses (how can you beat that?) and boys in neat shirts and pants.
Pretzels. Mountain bikes. Balloons. Instagram posers.
There was a green park called Planty circling the Old Town and we cut through it whenever we could. Delightful flowers and peaceful space. Pigeons hiding from the rain. Nuns, groups of school kids, students. Parents pushing strollers and suddenly, a dozen more of them, obviously coming from some event.
That was a piece of ordinary life, just the thing I had hoped to see.