Saturday, August 20, 2016

palace of culture

This is the Palace of Culture in Warsaw - spent a last little moment there before leaving for Gdynia and thence Stockholm - almost no time and only went up to the top of the building and looked out. It cost like 5 zloty which is, you know, 20c Australian or some shit.

 Watcher. Time for a crafty fag at the top of the palace.


 The fountain from Friends

 They only have one twin tower in Warsaw.



Monday, August 15, 2016

zakopane museum


 A rainy afternoon in Zakopane proper and once again a mixture of the mundane and the tantalizing. I wanted to find the local museum – described initially on one website as a museum of ‘Zakopane style’ which sounds like some kind of fashionable apparel display but no, it is apparently at least in part about late 19th century attempts to create/preserve the architectural and folk traditions of the region. When I paid to get in ‘the lady’ instantly marked me as a foreigner and handed me a three-sheet folder of written description of the museum that was nothing specific but was better than nothing. The exhibits were all in Polish as they more or less should be and I did at least glean that the traditional Zakopane/Tatra home had a ‘black room’ and a ‘white room’, the first black from chimney smoke and functionality and the other where all the good and decent things were located. Writing this down it seems like a construct and I guess one way or another that’s exactly what it is.

The rest of that floor was farming implements, bits of bespoke ornament and pottery, and a really extraordinary thing with a pointy head and a hot water bottle body which I am really annoyed I couldn’t photograph properly because of its behindglassness.
Upstairs was the natural history displays, way too many stuffed animals in truth but also some terrific fossils and some very classy mountain models.
The museum was packed with adults and children, and while I can’t say no-one was saying anything idiotic because I have no idea what they were saying, I was impressed by their contemplative demeanour. Well done Poland.

















I then went and bought a scrapbook and a gluestick for my receipts and it was raining something shocking so I just ducked into this restaurant not far from my third hotel which I have yet to check into. This is the view out the window and the view of me writing this. I hope I look smart typing at a table on a laptop if the people here thought that and then found out I was blogging I imagine they would throw me down the stairs.

Stay tuned for what I did next, coming very soon...

zakopane's upside down house

I can't pretend to understand what the idea is here but I do know that sheltering from the Zakopane rain in a street attraction known as the Upside Down House there was more fun and delight than I saw anywhere at all in Zakopane in the time I was there. I mean other people experiencing fun and delight, me, I was not entirely convinced. 

(I realise the true visceral thrill of seeing things like this upside down is kind of minimised by the fact that they might just be pictures of things the right way up, but turned upside down. What can I do or say to prove that they are not?)









Not sure what role the three musicians below play in the Upside Down House story but there they are. 








Every night across Poland and probably the world little kids are laughing themselves to sleep thinking about the Upside Down House.