I thought I knew most of the territory I covered with Sue and Viveka, but still I saw things unrecorded and worth photographing. From my tramstop to their hotel, I cross the area in front of the Palace of Culture and Science, that “notable high rise building”, to quote Wikipedia. I’m in the habit of referring to it as Stalin’s Finger, and it only just occurred to me that it is incongruous to call it a palace. I encounter a floral clock, a pot of the fan flowers that flourish on the verge of Potato Point roads, benches that look like the pages of a book, a mixture of old and soaring new buildings, and a perfect reflection.
We swelter in the Old Town, longing for a shady seat, but none of the umbrellaed eating places open till 12. However, I notice things hitherto not seen in quite that way from quite that angle. And no outing with Viveka would be complete without a bit of food photography: we lunch in ul Freta, just outside the Marie Curie museum, before the heat drives us home.