Tuesday, August 26, 2014

After an hour or so, we arrived at a flea market-by. Along the street, it was how many barns and sh


Now I'm back in reality again after spending the last holiday week in Poland, where we said hello to Lukasz relatives. They live in the small community of Buk, just outside the city of Poznan. We have eaten a lot supergod food, played badminton, walked among fields and flowers and playing in a cornfield. Some evenings we went to the bakery and bought hot fresh bread straight from the oven.
On Wednesday, we went with an almost contecar unbearably hot bus to Poznan and strolled around the old market square. Last and first time I was there was two years ago. There is very beautiful and cozy, full of restaurants and bars.
Then we left the old toget (Stary Rynek) and headed towards the old brewery (Fantastic position) which now houses the best shopping center. BFF is not much there but the picture below, I managed to capture before I was swallowed up by all the shops you could wish for. A super-fine dark blue cloak had come home.
We went by train home. Oh there's something special about the old train that is. I like it so very much. Windows that open, doors that have handles and the lack of digital displays. Ideally, it should be available all coupes, as in an Agatha Christie novel, but it is not a must.
We sat at a cafe called DaVinci and breathed pretty much nittotal. I do not know if it's contecar because the dried flowers or the uniform color scale. Maybe it's the combination. But it was good anyway.
After inhandling of two dresses, a pair of shoes and some other things we went to the Dragon Head, a very cozy place we fell in love two years ago. Then we sat there and played Yatsy to four at night and then drove to Berlin, located four hours away. The place is three floors in an old brick building with creaking wooden stairs, a courtyard, a terrace, two bars and a lot of rooms with old furniture.
We sat on the third floor and could see down through the cracks in the floor. At an opening contecar in the floor, we could also look down on one bar. Sat and talked about how everything turned out the way they did and tried one and another Polish snaps in between. Then we were picked up by a relative and hemskjutsade Buk.
After an hour or so, we arrived at a flea market-by. Along the street, it was how many barns and sheds anywhere with loppsar inside. It was over thirty degrees in the air and even hotter inside so we were pretty tired of running in and out of the premises. There was obviously contecar a lot of stuff I had wanted to buy me home, like bicycles and chairs, but because we were full car did not go there. Lukasz however bought a nice industrial desk lamp, as you will see later when it has been cleaned and polished. What I found was a lot of nice green tomatoes to photograph. Fried green tomatoes, by the way my famoritfilm and book.
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