332: Mistletoe or nests?

I'm back in Warsaw. Had a busy week in UK last week. It included a trip to the Royal Albert Hall in London to watch, and listen to, the Classical Spectacular which they stage there a couple of times a year. Enjoyed it enormously and would recommend it to anyone that likes light classical music. There was an amusing incident right at the end of the show. After the finale (Tchaikovskiy's 1812 overture with laser lights, cannon and fireworks) there was an encore. Together with the music, the Trish-Trash polka if I remember, there were can-can girls dancing in the aisles. One was dancing right next to where I was sitting and before I could stop her (as if I would!) she leant down and planted a kiss on my balding pate. I never thought to check afterwards and it was only much later that I noticed the lipstick mark that I had been walking around with on the top of my head.The embarrassment! How much longer can I go without washing my head? 

Here are two pictures especially for my sister to remind her of the fantastic views looking at the clouds from above. Are you sure you don't want to get a passport?

Now this is what I call ice cream. And with the addition of a shot of Amaretto it was really rather nice. The tea was cranberry and lemon. 

Finally, please help to settle a friendly argument - or perhaps it's just a slight difference of opinion. As a "townie" I  had assumed that these were nests in the trees and soon birds would be nesting therein. Now though, higher management suggests it is mistletoe (омела) growing. Any thoughts anybody? 

331: Must be almost Easter

Today's blog is courtesy of my sister, who complained that it had been three weeks since the last one. I'm sure she would have me as the Samuel Pepys of our time. Unfortunately, I'm a bit of a "Jack of all trades, master of none" character so I shall never win the Booker prize for literature. Still, by the time you get to my age, you're usually fairly comfortable with your station in life. (Perhaps because it's too late to change it much anyway!?).
Here then are a few pictures captured on my way to the airport this morning. More glimpses of life in Warsaw. Love the Easter bunny! Tried to get them neatly arranged in rows and columns but failed miserably.
A 'funny' story about 4 trips to IKEA this week. Another time, perhaps.

Hare today, gone tomorrow? Easter bunny, very funny

The super-modern shopping complex right next to the station

The not quite so super-modern train station. Super-efficient though.

Under the station there are galleries

with shops selling all sorts of things

This guy was fast asleep in Starbucks at the main railway station.
What snoring there was!

one of the airport trains.

330:Kazimierz Dolniy

Three weeks to the day since my last blog. I can't believe  how quickly time is flying by. I can almost visualise time flowing through my fingers like the sand in an hourglass. When I hear of contemporaries, and younger people, dying I am reminded that life on this earth is finite. It will come to an end for all of us. I'm doing my best to live two lives in parallel but the Grim Reaper will still come for me one day. Before that happens I want to squeeze as much out of life as I can.  So, travel, travel, travel. Places to go, people to see, things to do.
Last weekend I hired a car and went to Kazimierz Dolniy - Poland's answer to Bourton-on-the-water. A very pretty little town. I must go again one day and allow myself more time. I was constrained by only hiring the car for 24 hours. I got it back to the car hire company with 10 whole minutes to spare.
Here are a few photos to give you a flavour of the place.

Well, well,  what have we here?