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.
A modern tribute to a classic Polish icon
“Young people! Go forth into battle in the happy Socialist Polish countryside”
The promise of good Polish spirits
Ghost sleepover in an old palace that once belonged to a Countess
Every good palace has one
The Weft 