While in Wroc³aw, we went to a nearby shopping center every day because it was convenient and they had cheap icecream (a reward to kids for whole day walking). We sat in a fast food outlet and I could take a few pictures and make a few interesting observations.
Oh, my God. I knew that people, including me, take their origin from carnivorous predators but the way that hungry man was tearing the flesh off that poor chicken and devouring it made me sick. Do we really look like that?
Red is a very popular dye among Polish ladies.
This granny was, to my great surprise, an atheist. She insisted there is no Heaven, that it is all humbug, that if it really existed, people wouldn`t be so scared of dying and do everything to prolong their lives.
We had two encounters with homeless people. Funny enough, all on one day, Sunday. Normally I don`t donate money to them because it is usually wasted on alcohol. But hungry guys can always count on me. And I don`t mean that false charity when diners offer those poor guys the leftovers from their meals and deem themselves noble people. I bought Polish kielbasa for one and bigos for the other. Kielbasa was in the morning (we had a roast chicken for breakfast) and bigos in the evening. ;D ;D ;D ;D ;D