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- Free High-Speed Internet
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- Wheelchair accessibility
- Pets allowed
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... to that has many of the most beloved Polish literature. There are still visible bomb shelters under the center square. We both managed to stay upright on our bikes, even though the bikes had both foot and hand brakes and both were very touchy. The weather was in the 70's and perfect for us and our busy schedule. After the bike tour, we circled back to some of tha areas that were pointed out to us on our tour. We went to the ...
... We are thought of as Polish citizens. Must be the sense of ease I project when I converse in Polish. -Mike
Don't let Mike fool you, the only thing he has said in Polish has been, "Do you speak English?" He gets a dead fish look when they nod "NO". Then we are in trouble. I do have to hand it to him, he is more likely to try! As for the food, yes I too have been pleasantly surprised. As for my family liking it, my Mom and sister-in-law Beth ...
A late start saw us head for the religious centre of Wroclaw . More churches, monasteries and religious persons per square metre than just about anywhere in the world. All this on an island on the river Oder . With the weather being perfect, we decided to have a leisurely trip up the river and have some lay back time. After chatting with some Polish people from Canada, we were approached by an Australian couple (from Sale in Victoria) who recognised our accents. Got on really well and ...
A long journey by car through some very pretty countryside brought us to Wroclaw and what a treasure it is! In desperate need of a walk we set off for the town square. Wow! So elegant, so vibrant and being enjoyed by so many. Buskers, artist, locals and off course tourists. Stopped in at the cathedral( Alan very concerned ...
... scared for the dog a long this street. I said, "you should go home", and he sat down.
When sitting on the bike, to go back to the station, he followed me barking all the way.
Again at the shop, he sat beside me waiting and watching me the bike "parking".
When opening the shop door, he entered too, it was his home, at least now I understood his "dog language.
I asked the young girl behind the ...