Europe - Part II - Finally

[theglod]

Yes, it's been a while since Part I. You've probably forgotten I even went anywhere by now. But pictures were taken, some words were scribbled down, and these things need to be shared. I'll try to gather my wits for another post or two regarding Krakow and the rest of Poland, and I imagine this shall in fact occur - the only question is the precise

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[foxie]

Haha. That is such a lie. That train to Krakow headed a HELL of a lot of other places and did lots of stopping to hang out before it GOT to Krakow. Silly train.
I still have to make my Krakow post, too. I had completely forgotten.

[theglod]

I meant it more as you might describe an arrow flying straight and true for the target, where at that moment it is unfailing in its course. Yes, at any later point it may stop off at the pub or run into an old school friend and chat, thereby prolonging the bull's-eye's anticipation, but it is the first instant of steadfast devotion that was significant.

[landoffools]

The forgotten art? Pray, how was it lost? I long to hear the tale.

And, is this a ..."check" mark on the building?

Nonetheless, the trip leaves me flabbergasted at the amount of swords you could've filched, and how Europe would empty their pockets to have a portable cafe, or, at least, something that could be air-lifted from town to town, which would've saved you trouble, sure, but, anyway, loves and kisses; help's coming soon.

[theglod]

1. That is a tale for another snail.

2. I actually interpreted it as a physical manifestation of some attempt to crumble the city's eminent architectural past. In the building's very pediment, we find a stark (or stork) reminder of that perfidious modernity, a neat little "fuck you" to the Baroque - as if for your friend's birthday you painted a careful depiction of him rotting on a stake, clinging to life even as carrion birds feasted upon his crumbling form.

3. How can you confirm they were not filched? I certainly could not mention them in either event, for fear that the museums' covert operatives yet have their eyes on me, a red flag on some sinister atlas. As for cafes, I do not recall having stolen any of those by aeronautical means, but there's always next year.