Warsaw

Warsaw: full of wee

We then took the night train and arrived, at 6 am, in Warsaw. My initial impression was that Warsaw was odd, and full of tramps, enthusiastically weeing and shouting, and two days there didn't do much to dispel this. It is also became clear to see where all the prostitutes in Amsterdam come from. Most of the city is seedy old soviet buildings mixed with the odd brand new highrise office or hotel. None of the careful planning that Berlin seems to have enjoyed was apparent. There is an 'old town' there, but it was actually rebuilt after the war, so it kind of has the look and feel of a film set. I half expected to open a door and find that its all plaster, and held up with wooden joists. As far as I could tell, nobody seemed to live there either.