Tracking the Vistula River at Kazimierz Dolny

Monday 24 to Tuesday 25 July

After such intense days in Krakow and the internment caps of Auschwitz and Birkenau, it was nice to spend a night at Kazimierz Dolny, a popular artist colony along the Vistula river. Bruce had been asked by Pete Schooling to help with a new business pitch and we had good enough internet to continue with it, which gave me a little catch up time to deal with the after effects of having to evict our tenant from Sorrento. 

We walked along the river into town. This river rises in the High Tatras near the border of Slovakia and Czech and meanders in an eastern arc through the major towns of Krakow and Warsaw before running into Zatoka Gdańsk (sea) near Gdánsk. Along with its tributaries the river system covers two-thirds of Poland. 

The town square is tiny and surrounded by some interesting buildings. 

It was a warm afternoon. Kids were running through a spray gate – and oldies too with much mirth. One lady dragged her little dog back and forth to cool off. 

In keeping with the crafty nature of Kazimierz Dolny, artists were creating portraits. Of course the other popular past time here was ice cream eating. Bruce had no trouble collecting more photos for his upcoming photo-essay. 

And there were brides and their grooms using the pretty square as a backdrop to their precious photos. 

Everything shuts up early in Kazimierz Dolny and we nearly missed a meal. 

After breakfast and a bit more work, we left the car at the pensione and walked back to town for coffee and sightseeing.

One of the things that struck me was a sculpture beside the river by Jerzy Kędziora Jotka which was balanced on a rope over the river.  

It is one of four balancing sculptures installed in this area and he has other works around the world. 

There was a market in progress in the Market Square. Such wonderful produce and flowers were on display. 

Once again it was ice-cream-o’clock. Most cafes were serving ice cream at midday. 

It was very warm and humid. As we set off on the road to Warsaw the rain started. Once again we were contending with trucks and rain and of course the roadworks.