Pictures can’t do justice to the Old Town main square in Kraków, one of the largest in Europe. The place is buzzing all night, every night, as Euro-thrill-seekers file off their cheap flights and flow straight into the atmospheric cellar bars and open-air cafés of Old Kraków, at prices a fraction of what they’d find at home. There are a few Amerykanie around too.
If they feel like a romantic horsey ride, there’s no lack of options. I’d prefer one of the many golf carts or ‘eco-taxis’ (bike rickshaws driven by sweaty students) myself, perhaps because I fear the driver might turn the lash on me, or take away my feedbag.
