My second and last day in Warsaw. Sunday in the city where I had so many Sundays a long long time ago. Most often, when I was very young, my father would take his two daughters to the Lazienki Park.
What has changed in life since childhood Sundays? You can’t answer this unless you go back to your childhood home and roll the time in your mind from then to now.
I want to do a longer post (watch out, quick readers!), but it’s late again and I have to be up in a few hours to catch my flight out. On the long flight(s) home, I’ll take out my baby Apple and give you my take on it. With illustrations for those who like them. I’ll publish at the end of the day, when I get back to Madison.
In the meantime, let me post my blow up for the day (the trip?): a photo of Chopin under his statuesque willow. My friend in St Paul wished me my moment with Chopin in the park and I had it. If you like his music, play a Nocturne, sit back and roll into your own past.