Truth be told I am not the most reliable photographer. In the smattering of photos I remembered to take this summer there were a few standouts that, laced together and fittingly captioned, left a small sliver of satisfaction to combat that knot of anxiety growing in my stomach as I sit here counting the days until school life crunches into gear once again.
All in all it was a good month-and-a-half. Researched some ancestors, spent the night in a haunted palace, visited with my favorite tragic hero and told him of my woes, ate some home-cooked food and debated the shape of the future over breakfast. Summers in Warsaw like cracked pavement and fresh-cut grass.