For my son on his 35th birthday – a post he would find no pleasure in whatsoever. Not a wave or a dolphin in sight, and only one distant dog.
There is no end to Warsaw parkland. Towards evening on a relaxing day we catch the tram a few stops along to stroll through yet another patch bordering the escarpment. This one is called Arkadia, one of more than 60 parks of varying areas. It covers 11 hectares, on two levels, with a long stretch of water, a playground and exercise area, an imposing building yet to be explored, waterhen nests, snails, and of course trees – familiar ones and new ones, including at last an oak.