Anyway what Zakopane has, between the hotel and the station, is a huge market a lot of which exists under an overpass, which is lucky in both the instance of it being overly warm and overly rainy.
I had watched Frozen on the plane coming over - it was, in fact, the only film I managed to watch all the way through - so I totally understood the relevance of Freezy or Snowy or Lody or whatever this guy's name is, at the Zakopane market:
OK this is something else. One of the attractants for me to Zakopane was the prospect of this particular cheese and I have to admit I have eaten my weight in it since coming here. I figured I should, since even if I saw it again somewhere else in the world sometime, it would probably cost $40 not (basically) $3. I have to admit I have trouble telling the different varieties apart but the classic salted was probably the best. The process is pretty amazing. Anyway I can't help feeling there's a whole Zakopane story re: the health resort, the cultural preservation/appropriation (for a later post OK) and this stuff, which has yet to be written (inabookinenglishthatihaveread).