What I really enjoy about Warsaw parks – apart from the frenzy of blooming and fading and seeding – is their dense shade, so different from the patchy eucalyptus shade at home. I seek that shade the way Warszawians seek the sun. This morning I walked through the dark green of the Saxon Gardens under horse chestnuts and past statues and a fountain. I also walked with the ghosts of Marie Curie who ran through this park on the way to school and Frederic Chopin who lived in the palace (destroyed by the Germans in WW2) as a child for seven years. I couldn’t visit his musical bench today because a two year old had taken possession of it and was dancing with delight.
This post is linked to Paula’s Thursday’s special challenge. For a stroll in other parks all over the world pay her a visit.