Krakow “City of Rocks” Part 3 / Wedding Day Niebieskis

Krakow “City of Rocks” Part 3 / Wedding Day Niebieskis

One would think that the bride and groom exchanging vows in the stunning Basilica of the Virgin Mary would be honored by the arrival of a world-renowned travel writer. This is not the case. How lucky the couple was that I wandered in from the Grand Square to document their most blessed day with my quill. If they felt any appreciation, it was not shown. I was rudely shushed when I asked the priest to repeat his homily in English.

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Krakow, “City of Rocks” Part 2/The Tradition of the Copper-Tops

Krakow, “City of Rocks” Part 2/The Tradition of the Copper-Tops

I bounce down the cobbles of Ulica Kanoniczna, Krakow’s oldest street, passing by the stunning Hotel Copernicus in a horse drawn carriage. A tad touristy, yes, but I am a man who wears a cloak. As an AA battery bangs off my head, I ask my carriage driver why the Krakowiacy seem rather uppity tonight. Is the tossing of copper-tops a traditional way of welcoming visitors? “No”, he informs me. It is just that I have arrived in the fair city the night of the European soccer championship. “It’s like your big, super football game.” he says. And then, with true Krakowski wisdom, he adds, “They have been drinking, you are in a cloak, and they have batteries.” No truer words have been spoken, except possibly by Dr. Ivan Makush, later...

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Krakow, “City of Rocks” Part 1/ The Stables of Rohan

Krakow, “City of Rocks” Part 1/ The Stables of Rohan

There is someone quite pungent on my flight to Krakau. I close my eyes and try to imagine that I am in the horse stables of Rohan in the age before the darkness but my mind cannot conceive of a steed so colossal and sweaty that it would smell like the stench emitting from my unknown assailant. I pray the smell does not stick to my mustache. I dread the chiming of the bells signaling cabin doors will be closing. There is also someone wearing a brown cardigan, red v-neck T, Espadrilles, and off-white Capri pants sitting in the cockpit of the plane. He is not a young boy visiting the pilot, he is a man in his mid-thirties with receding hairline and close trimmed beard much like Old Scratch himself. He has been named Capricious by the voice of my mind....

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