For now, I'm just walking and bicycling all over Warszawa. I got on google maps just now and figured that yesterday I walked 8.6 km/5.3 miles and bicycled 15 km/9.3 miles.
In the meantime, here are some pictures of how I have been passing the time.
One of the many cool places I have discovered is the aptly named Bibliomania, a musty shop so crammed with books you can barely squeeze through the unsteady, disordered stacks.
Best ever pulp fiction title? One whole zloty.
Another one zloty gem. It's a 1945 Armed Services Edition. It's about a kid from the wrong side of the tracks, drifting in a lifeboat with a nurse and a dangerous man after his Merchant Marine ship was sunk by a U-Boat. He has nothing to do but think back on his life and how everything went wrong. Really solid hard-boiled writing. I read 50 pages of it over a beer right after buying it..
Whoever's bicycle this is, I have a crush on her.
One of dozens of lovely little parks all over Warsaw.
Green space in Warsaw.
The underside of the bridge feels like a cathedral. A cathedral with graffiti, but still.
Weirdly, underneath one of the bridges, there are shops and pubs. Like this one selling telescopes, microscopes, and other scopes.
I was quite excited to see the sign "torby" and to surmise correctly that it was a purse shop. I can't remember the word for shopping bag, but I can remember "torba," which is a lady's bag.
Free Polish lesson: NA WYNOS = take out. NA MIESCJU = for here.
Miasto Gadajacych Głów, or City of Talking Heads, across from the main train station, is a very cool joint. I wandered into it before I read about it online. Last night I met some Polish guys there with fantastic English. We drank and talked all night and then went someplace else. I got a walking tour of downtown Warszawa from a local who told me about how it had changed, what kind of businesses used to be in the old buildings, stuff like that. Unfortunately, I didn't have my camera with me.
A big, fat book on Polish history and big, fat, spicy falafel... what else could a guy ask for?
Sometimes a line in a book is so great you have to take a picture of it. This is from An Incident at Krechetovka Station by Aleksandr Solzhenitsyn.
Poster art is alive and well in Warsaw. Lots of first rate graphics on the street.
I bet The Crucible kicks ass in Polish.
Amusing warning label on a rental bike.
My current neighborhood falafel hutch, around the corner from my hostel. 7 zl. and super delicious and filling.
So I'm thoroughly enjoying passing a leisurely summer in this fascinating city. I could easily live here.