August 8-10, 2000
This so called quintessentially Polish city was an easy arrival back to this country that was wiped off the map at one stage of it's history of being bullied by it's East & West neighboring powers. During the summer, there's plenty of accommodation - an oddity for Europe's high season. This city peaks out when it bubbles over with people from the trade fairs, most notably, the violinists one, during other seasons of the year.
The center (Stary Rynek) hall is the most noticeable structure that has an almost cuckoo clock a top of the Rams butting horns at noon. Katie and I had walked up a shady hill of a walled nearby museum for a perfect eye level view of the clock tower's daily (noon) performance. In a few minutes, the base of the tower had every sight-seeker looking up at the tower... from the other side. We were on the wrong side of the tower! Well, at least now we had this half of the old town tourist free for the next 20 minutes.
Nuns swarm into the 14th century cathedral on the island "cradle" of Poznan, Ostrow Tumski. A peek into the window and across the other bridge to cover all of major Poznan and then seek out an authentic Polish meal. This was not accomplished. The best we found was Pizza at one place and French drinks. "We'll eat true Polish food in Wroclaw with real Polish people," I promised.