Polish cities have had to be masters of the art of survival. Nowhere is this better illlustrated than in Kraków, Poland’s ancient capital and seat of its kings for more than 500 years. I was in love with this city from the first time I walked, arm in arm with my Aunt Anna, into Spring sunshine-filled Rynek Główny, the magnificent market square at the heart of Stare Miasto, the old town.
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What a time we had, strolling in Kraków’s medieval square, Rynek Głowny, Aunt Anna’s arm tucked alternately into mine or Dad’s. It was Easter week and there were flowers, corn dollies and special Easter bread rings on the stalls, in the pale wintery sunshine. We had coffee and cake at celebrated Hotel Wierzrynek- so special, Yehudi Menuhin, George Bush, Lech Wałęnsa and Polish royalty are among those who have dined there. http://www.wierzynek.com.pl/ For one day only I had celebrity status.
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My story starts with an Aunt…
When I first looked at her photograph, 5 years ago this month, I felt a jolt of recognition. It was not unlike looking at myself in the mirror, but maybe a few years down the line. I was already 57 but had never met her- had not even known that she was still alive. But it was due to her persistence, and refusal to believe that my Dad was dead, that we finally came together as a family.
Aunt Anna- I was named for her. Click here to read more…