06/02/2026
I came from Canada to visit my home country. I started in Krakow, and every time I’m on the Old Market Square I get the same feeling – goosebumps. Every cobblestone under my feet remembers more than a history textbook.
> These tenement houses are hundreds of years old and they hide an enormous history in their walls. I stop by this great head of Mitoraj and the miniature of the Town Hall Tower, I sit on the professors’ bench in Planty and I just listen to how this city has been talking for centuries. Here in 1525 they knelt before the king, here in 1794 Kościuszko swore his oath, and today I eat in the same place as the pre-war artists and the post-war bohemia.
> And that smell – warm pączki fried in lard with rose jam, obwarzanki and Polish dishes and amazing coffee. These smells intertwine in the streets. For me this is the taste and smell of childhood that I experienced in Poland – sweet, homely and real.