Warsaw. I’ve always thought it’s a shame about the name. Krakow, the first city in Poland I visited, sounds intriguing and edgy, a cracking place to be. Warsaw, on the other hand, conjures up a protracted conflict involving various weapons from carpentry. Or perhaps that’s just me.
It doesn’t help that it sounds suspiciously similar to eyesore and that I’d heard again and again before I arrived that Krakow was the beautiful one; Warsaw bore the scars from the Second World War.
The destruction part is true (the population of Warsaw stood at 1.3 million in 1939, reduced to only one thousand by 1945.) The appearance part is not.
I’m in Warsaw as I type, sleet and snow swirling at the window. Yet last night, I caught a glimpse of Warsaw in the dry, as the sun set and the lanterns of the Old Town cast shadows across the restored streets around the city’s Market Place.
I’m not sure what you think, but I think I’ve been misled.
Warsaw is beautiful. And here are the photos to prove it.
Disclosure: I am visiting Warsaw as a guest of the Polish Tourist Board. As ever, all opinions are my own…
For more information about Warsaw, and Poland in general, visit the Polish Tourist Board website.