oh my, what a wet and windy day Monday was, but undeterred and always the trooper, I set off to the restaurant for a hearty breakfast to get me ready for the day ahead.
I went for bacon and scrambled egg, and then had brie and grapes on rye bread, well I am on holiday. A couple of cups of Earl Grey and I was ready to set off to towards the old town.
Wowsers!!!!, the rain was really coming down, the sky was very dark grey, however the drainage system around the city obviously worked amazingly as not a puddle in sight, the rain falling on the roads drained straight away.
Walking close to the road where trams and buses were racing by, in the UK I would have been drenched by a shower of dirty water.
As I got into the old town, I did a 360 turn and realised what a stunning place it really was.
I headed back to the Basilica, the beautiful Gothic Church and then stopped in my tracks
something/someone was determined that I did not see the inside of this beautiful place.
Well, so be it, so I headed off to the tiny church at the 'bottom' of the square.
The Church of St Adalbert (or Church of St Wojciech), this is the one of the oldest stone churches in Poland.
It is the tiniest little church but I went in, I had 15 minutes before eucharist. The interior was stunning.
I knelt to say a prayer, when I felt a hand on my head, as I looked up the Priest smiled at me as he walked toward the alter.
I'm so glad that it was raining when I went outside, at least it sort of hid the tears, that I couldn't stop.
A very moving experience.
I wandered into a few shops, and tried on some stunning sheepskin hats, very Doctor Zhivago!!! and then decided to head off back to the hotel.
Believe it or not my stomach was rumbling so I headed into a restaurant across the tram lines from the old time, called Velo. Here I had French toast with smashed blackberries, roasted peaches and raspberries with mint and lime sauce. This was just an absolute revelation in how to jazz up French toast.
I had by this time clocked up another 8.5k steps so headed back to the hotel for a chill out in the bar.
I have to say the beer was definitely high on the agenda.
Sadly before I knew it, it was 4pm and time to get the taxi back to the airport, I had originally decided to take the airport bus, but the weather changed that idea,
An evening flight, landing straight into a gusty little headwind, a bounce down the runway and an hour queuing to get through passport control, saw me come back to England with a real bump.
I arrived back home at 12.30 am