The pendulum demonstrates, how the globe is turning

In St. Peter and Paul’s church there is an installation that demonstrates, how the globe is rotating. Kraków is proud of Kopernikus, Foucault and Coriolis.

Every Thursday, a pendulum is installed above a carpet. The man presenting it shows humor. He hangs the pendulum on to a string, keeps it attached with a rope and asks one of the spectators to burn the rope with a  lighter- the pendulum starts to swing along the carpet.

There are lines on the carpet, and I understand that every six minutes the pendulum reaches a new line

Towards the Wisla – now I understand – it turns forming a right angle

Next I walk to the Wisla. My plan is to visit Zwieryniec. But I mess it all up. I cross the Wisla using the Grunwald bridge… and, believing this is enough, I follow the Wisla, taking fotos of the Paulinow Church on the rock

and of a Swiss advertisement that made me feel at home.

And then, I am confused. I do not recognize the streets here as being part of Zwieryniec. Dlugosza Uliza? Where am I? I have to take a rest and think about this. The small bar Swinka looks inviting. It is lunch time.

I take a seat on the cosy sofa and eat placki with a light mushroom sauce. I am happy to have found placki without the heavy Gulasz, just a plain meal like the Kartoffelpuffer that my mum (originating from Berlin) prepared.

As I have calmed down my stomach I have another look at the map and now all becomes clear to me. The Wisla forms a right angle under the Wawel Castle, and crossing the Grunwald bridge coming from the Wawel Castle, I have only crossed the river once, but should have done so twice to reach  Zwieryniec. Actually I have ended up in Podgórze instead. Also the Wisla is “turning”.

The Mangha Museum: Japanese theatre and Max Ernst

I decide to walk back and visit the Japanese Mangha Museum. In an astounding architectural setting it shows woodcarvings that illustrate and advertise Japanese theater from the 18th and 19th century.

Harmony in the pictures. The plays must be tragedies, because the men always look angry, while the faces of the ladies (also played by men) look mostly gentle.

Max Ernst is a surrealist. There is a temporary exhibition of drawings and book illustrations he made.  His drawings are fun, but what astounds me most is the ballad of the soldiers that he illustrated: “Soldaten… verteidigt unsere grosse Kultur, die nur wir allein besitzen. Soldaten.” This sounds frightening to me: “Soldiers… defend our great culture that only we and only we own.” I am not sure, whether this is meant seriously, but this is an utterly dangerous statement. Kazimierz would look different today, if such thoughts had never existed.

Back on the Rynek

There is activity on the Rynek: The Christmas market will soon open.

and I find another trumpeter or hejnal  inviting guests to a hostel in Florianska.

The hippolite museum – charm of our gran-gran-parents

To top off the day, I visit the hipolit house which shows, how a bourgeois family lived from the 17th to the 19th century, mixing furniture of various styles and being afraid of any empty space or horror vacui. The bourgeois saloons and sleeping rooms were not without charm.

The hipolit cellar shows fotos of theater plays, and I am surprised to find Dürrenmatt, a Swiss author, here.

Drinking a cidre in the hipolit bar, I sum up my day. Well, it was not evolving according to my plan, but the unexpected kept great surprises.

The last surprise of today was an Aztecan soup in the Mexican restaurant. It tasted like ten years ago in Mexico, when I had shared it with Ernst. Joanna had created that surprise for me – thank you.

The bus to Ojców? No one understands me…

I easily find the station, where the mini buses leave for all sorts of destinations around Kraków. But without speaking Polish, I am not able to find the bus that is supposed to take me to Ojców at 10:40. Every driver that I ask sends me to a different place. One driver directs me to the huge bus station behind the train station. Here I cannot find an information desk or an overview panel of the many buses ready to take off. After an hour I give up and turn to plan B.

Plan B – strolling along Ulica Kopernika in Wesola

Wesola lies behind the main train station – eastwards. I follow the street Kopernica – named after the man who claimed that the earth is not the center of the universe. The street is ugly, cars drive by, and the first church promised by my guide book is closed for renovation. It is the St. Niklaus Church from the 12th century.

And then… the Bazylika Najsw. Serca Juzusa: A gem of  Art Nouveau

Between 1909 and 1912 Francisek Macynski built the basilika for the Jesuits. I like the brick construction from the outside.

Inside, I dive into the atmosphere created by the colorful and modern windows. The room is dominated by the apsis with the hanging figures of Maria and Josef (?) with Christ above them.

There are also golden mosaics along the walls that give this church almost a byzantine feeling.

A nun addresses me as “pani” and says something about light. Then she unlocks a gate and asks me to enter. I find myself in a beautiful modern chapel. The altar is an irregular metal oval with the sun in the middle. People are praying and adding candles on the shelf in front of the altar. I also add a candle. I think of Ernst who travels in my heart. I take no foto. The clicking would disturb the solemnity.

The botanical garden – accidently open

A botanical garden in November?  Well I like November gardens. The plants have retreated, only few flowers are left and nature is recovering to prosper again next spring.

I can see, how carefully the plants from different regions are set up and labeled.

And I catch a few sad-romantic moments at the pond, where reed and trees are reflecting in the water.

But then, the gate is locked, when I want to leave. The gardener murmurs that this garden is closed and I understand the word “pokasac” (or similar, meaning “show”). We walk back to the gate and she shifts a small and hidden handle away to open the gate. Then she closes it. This garden is not open for tourists now.

Again – the Mongolians… a Rondo is named after them

The memory of Mongolia, so far from here, seems to stay alife all over in Kraków, not only with the tune of the trumpeter that ends abruptly (as the Mongolians have killed him at this moment) or with the Lajkoniki that celebrate the victory in the 13th century (Kraków defeated the Mongolians much earlier than Moscow). The Krakówians also name a huge and busy Rondo after them, the Rondo Mogilskie. Trams are crossing in a large round pitch that is overlooked by the ugly silhouette of a building from the 80’s – then praised to be the beginning of a new Manhattan.

Ulica Topolowa and the garden of Strelecki

I flee the busy Rondo and the busy streets leading to it, and I head to the quiet Ulica Topolowa  and the garden of Strelecki.

Here I can say hello to the Pope that came from Poland. He is venered, as the many flowers show. I can understand that.

Back to the Rynek, I enjoy a tomato soup in the friendly bar of the Hippolit museum and write my blog. The white and black cat of the house shares the table with me.

Kleparz welcomes me with the globe

My guide book tells me that Kleparz once was called Florencja. It was a separate town next to Krakow. Many universitiy buildings are here. Coming from the Stare Miasto, I enter Kleparz under the globe of the Dom pod Globusem. (Guidebook: Krakau, Michael Müller Verlag, 2011).

Following the Ulica Dluga

The Uilica Dluga is the nerve of Kleparz for me… with all its small (and less posh, but friendly looking) boutiques, and the shops offering romantic white wedding dresses make me dream. I stop in front of the Dom Turecki with its minarette like towers on the roof.

The market places of Kleparz

From the Turkish towers, I turn right to find the busy Rynek of Kleparz. It is like an open air super market. Vegetables, fruit, mushrooms, meat, fish, bread and cakes – everything looks fresh and enticing. I buy a sweet mak (poppy seed) roll and an apple roll.

And then the Krakówians can get here whatever I may need for a household: Shoes, cloths, kitchen equipment or curtains etc.

On the Plac Nowy there is a second busy market. In addition to all the basic material needed in a common household, it also sells beautiful flowers.

I buy three roses in my favorite color – dark red- for Monika.

North towards the industrial space along Ulica Kammienej

Now I am heading to the vast industrial area north situated between Kleparz and the Rakowsky cemetery, along Uliza Kammienej. Monika has installed her studio of Patynowy here. Monika gives me a hearty welcome. Her studio sells the Platynowy color palette to repaint furniture, giving it a slightly antique look. She also renovates and sells furniture.

The clients handover the door handle from one to the next, and the phone continues to ring. The colors and services of the newly founded studio are in demand. And the table in the middle of the room shows the signs of the latest workshop that  recently has taken place here. Wonderful that your business took off so well, Monika.

Kazimierz is the former Jewish quarter. Today, it presents memories of what should have never happened, and there is life in the streets and houses – charming shops, restaurants, galeries and museums.

The cosy Czajownia and the delicious lunch

In the evening Radek takes me out to the  Czajownia that has a huge selection of green and black tea from Japan, India and China, served with small snacks such as rice bisquits. We seat in cosy sofas and forget the time.

The next day I come back to Kazimierz for lunch. Iwona takes me to a restaurant that serves three course menus for 39 slotys. We have a soufflè, coq au vin and crème brûlée.

In front of the old synagogue there are many more inviting places, and the names of them remind us of the Jewish past – such as Ariel or Rubinstein.

Shops – I even come across Stöckli

In the narrow streeets I find inviting shops – my favorite is the sports shop that sells Stöckli skis, the trade mark that is cult in Switzerland.

The engineering museum

Rails lead to the old tram depot that now hosts the engineering museum.

Memories of what should have never happened

It always hurts me to see the traces of what should not have happened, though it is important not to forget.

In front of the old synagogue, I find this memorial.

In the Jewish cemetery, very few tomb stones are decorated with flowers or stones. The relatives are no longer here in Kazimierz.

The sun is setting behind the cemetary.

The museum of Jewism in Galicia displays memories from Malo Polska

The exhibition starts with the daunting paintings of Soshana. As a child she had to leave Vienna and felt herself as a stranger in the world, wherever she was. Her paintings express this feeling of lonelyness, and some are very dark.

Then the exhibition shows fotos of reminiscents of Jewish life in today’s Polish Galicia (or Mala Polska). This includes ruins of Synagogues, small holes in door cases, where excerpts from the bible were kept or an inscription plate that has been split to serve as floor tiles.

And then there were fotos of Auschwitz which is not far from Krakow.

This makes me feel bad and guilty. Let me finish with the foto of the Old Synagogue  to remember the centuries long florishing Jewish life in Kazimierz and to show respect for it.

A Junteressli in the hotel

Along the stairs to the rooms of the cosy hotel Wawel, there are drawings of a man sitting on a horse, but actually he carries a wooden horse around his waist.

“Look”, I say to Radek, “this is a Junteressli.” “A what?” asks Radek, and adds, “we in Kraków call this man “Lajkonik”.”  I say that Junteressli (literally a horse as a skirt or “Junte”) are common at the Basel carneval (or better “Fasnacht”). Radek explains to me that the lajkonik represents a Tatar or a Mongolian and that the Lajkonik Festival takes place at the day of Corpus Christi (check out the wikipedia entry for this).

I like Koniki

Later Radek takes me to the tourist information desk not far from my hotel Wawel.  He bursts into a laughter. “Remember the lajkonik in your hotel? Look what it says here: Like Konik. They just tweaked the term lajkonik.”

All sorts of Krakówian symbols

On my Art Nouveau walk, I come across this doorway displaying all sorts of Krakówian symbols.

There are the Smoki Wawelskie… the dragons spying smoke, and this is why they are called “smoki” in Polish… well, not really, but this is how I can remember the Polish word for “dragon”. Legend says that there was a dragon living at the foot of Wawel hill who devored maidens, until a cobbler fed the animal with a lamb stuffed with sulphur. The dragon ate it, became thirsty, drank water from the Vistula and exploded.

The Hejnalisci – the man blowing the tune on the tower of St. Mary’s church on the Rynek and then stopping  abruptly in the middle of the tune, because his predecessor was shot exactly at that moment, when the tatars invaded the town. This is what legend tells us refering to the Mongolian attacks from the 13th century.

Wawelskie Duszki – the Wawel phantoms. This must have been a friend of the “kleines Gespenst” or “mala duszka” from the mountains nearby (as described in the childrens book by Otfried Preussler).

And here it is again, the Lajkonik refering to the tatars.

Kraków is full of culture and science, and it also cultivates some charming traditions.

Heading to Nowy Swiat on a foggy Sunday morning

Fog hangs over Krakow on this quiet Sunday morning. I walk along Poselska uliza to the park surrounding the city. It is chilly. In front of St. Franciscan Basilika there is a lady guard stopping tourists to enter the church, as the Sunday mass is taking place. She wears a wollen cap. She seems worried, points to my head and I understand something like “schapotschka”. Very kind – yes, I am not wearing a cap… I feel so sorry that I do not speak Polish, the third most difficult language of the world.

The philharmony

The philharmony was built in the 1920s. In front of it is a monument that looks like a piano without strings. Later, in the National Museum I understand that it commemorates Chopin, and the water adds the strings.

Three Art Nouveau houses along ul. J. Pilsudskiego

I come back to the straight lines of the Palac Hutten-Czapskich.

Then there is a series of houses starting with the singing frog which is the symbol of a music school. I have never related frogs with music and a guitar.

The frog house is part of a range of houses.

Yes, life is short and art lives for a long time.

… and all of us are responsible for our own fortune.

The house under the owl is a few blocks to walk from the frog.

The house under the spider, a little bit farther north

My guidebook says that the spider is a symbol for creativity.

I do wish that Krakow continues to be creative with their culture, science and economy.

(Source: Krakau, Michael Müller Verlag, 2011)

Booking hotels along with the flight

When booking the direct flight from Basel to Krakow, I checked out the hotels that Easyjet also offers. One hotel catches my attention: The hotel Wawel is located in a side street – Poselska uliza- in the old city center. It has great evaluations and it is not too expensive, breakfast included. I add the booking for the hotel to my flight.

A friendly welcome

When I arrive at the hotel shortly after ten in the morning, I am surprised by the friendly welcome. I am given my room so early in the day, and I receive a code to use Wifi without having to ask for it.

The hotel room under the roof

My room is under the roof. Furniture, carpet and curtains are perfectly matched. The bed stands on wheels… very clever. Such a bed can be pushed away easily to remove the dust also under it.

The orangerie on the first floor

On the first floor there is an “orangerie” looking into the courtyard of the house. Here guests can have a rest and drink a free coffee or tea from the machine. It is very inviting. Other guests join me. They frown at the Polish labels on the machine. As I translate, I meet a group that lives in Essex and has direct flights from their place to Kraków. I like to come back to the orangerie later with my friends.

The breakfast buffet

Breakfast is included in the price for the room. I find a large buffet with eggs, salad, sausages, cerials, yoghurt, cheese, ham, marmalade, honey and cake. Wifi also works here, in case I would like to check my social networks over breakfast. In summer, the hotel serves breakfast in the quiet courtyard. Now it is too chilly for that.

Yes, I can recommend the hotel Wawel.

The Rynek and around – this is where I head to first

As always, when I come to Kraków, I stroll along the central market square, the Rynek, and the narrow streets around it.

But then… there are some more hidden gems: Art Nouveau achitecture

Adjoining the old city center there are two areas called Piasek and Nowy Swiat.  They boast some nice Art Nouveau architecture: Palaces from around 1900. With one of my Krakówian friends I start to discover this area. We look for the chimera of the Palac Hutten-Czapskich. There is a panel explaining it, but where is it? Stepping back helps. The chimera sits above the panel on a column. It looks like a monkey to me. I like the clear and elegant lines of the palace reminding me of an ancient classical building.

Next we search the frog on the House below the Singing Frog. At 4:30 pm it is already dark in Kraków – difficult to see the frog that for some odd reason was selected as the symbol for the music school that was here. The notes on the facade also point to music. Well, Kraków is two hours west of Basel, has the same time and it gets dark earlier. We decide to go back to the palac of the Hutten-Czapskich and check out their museum.

The collection of the Hutten-Czapskich

Hutten-Czapskich was an art collector. The museum has just opened recently. On display are his coins, books and some armament.  We are the only visitors. A lady guard follows us showing enthusiasm for her museum and suggesting the best sequence of visit.

Coins, coins and coins… room after room

On the second floor we find coins from the Black Sea, from Greece, from Rome, from all European countries in medieval times and above all from Poland. The vitrines are meticuously curated. Each coin has a number and a touch screen display explains the coin with its background. For instance there was a time in Poland, where one side of the coin showed the current king and the second side was used for political propaganda.  This must be an eldorado for a history teacher.

Then books and books and books

On the third floor we found books – the shelfs became the tapestry of the rooms.

The oldest books are from the 15th century, when book printing started. Will we produce any literature today that will be on display in museums in 500  years?

Piasek – I will come back next week before it is dark

This was just a small glance at Piasek. I will come back and take more photos with day light.

Krakow – I would like to look for some memories

When still working, I closely cooperated with our office in Kraków. I made friends and I started to love this city with its huge market place, the Rynek. When Easyjet came up with direct flights from Basel to Kraków, I decided to go on the road again.

The flight – early in the morning and fully booked

At 6:50 and on time, onboarding goes on. I sit in the back and a nice lady in her 50ies with a perfect German accent joins me. A young  student follows with a joyful “bonjour” – also a perfect French accent. Around him friends that also speak French. I wonder, why they fly to Kraków. I also hear a lot of Polish on this chilly day in November.

With the photographer, we exchange about feeling like a stranger

With the lady next to me, I am soon entrenched in a deep conversation. She is a photographer, lives in Freiburg and flies to Poland for the funeral of her dad. This is sad. She has lived in Freiburg for 20 years now and her daughter studies cultural history. We both know, what living in a foreign country means. She has emigrated from Poland to Germany and has felt reluctance and being different. Also my parents have emigrated to Switzerland in the fifties – and yes, I did not feel welcome here as a German girl and adapted to speak High German like a Swiss. Even today, the Swiss are embarrassed, when I switch to my mother tongue which is Berlinese (the father tongue is the dialect of Basel, so no one notices this “defect”, until I switch languages).

Research on cement?

The young man sitting with us is a student. He writes a doctorate thesis on cement. Research about cement? I thought that cement is pretty well defined and there is nothing to change about the recipe. But there is… his task is to enhance one component from 30 to 50 percent to make it more durable. He is from Kraków and writes his thesis in Heidelberg and Lausanne. With his friends he plans to spend a weekend in Kraków.

Sharing photos from Mongolia

We talk about  traveling. “I would like to go to Mongolia”, the lady-photographer says – her name is Anna. “Well, if you do not mind the photos of an amateur…”, I say and take out my iPad with my photos from Mongolia. And together, the three of us travel virtually from Khövsgöl lake and the taiga all the way south to the desert of Gobi, while the plane  starts to lose height to land in the fog in Kraków.

Good-bye – our roads will now separate again

This was a great flight. I love unexpectedly making friends – I think that Anna and I will stay in touch. To the young student, I wish much success for the doctorate thesis. Our roads will now separate again. An hour later, I check in at the hotel Wawel, get my code to access the internet, and have a free coffee in the cosy orangerie to write this blog.