A few Warsaw Views . . .here, as in Germany, W is pronounced "V"

Warsaw is a beautiful city. I must say, though, it took me a few days to appreciate it. Sunshine helps too. I've learned that big cities scare me for a few days and then I start liking them. So here are a few shots from our wanderings around the town on Saturday. Weather being unpredictable, I carried around an umbrella and raincoats all day yesterday, under a bright blue sky. Today, Sunday, dawned sunny and bright as well, so I pulled all the rain gear out of my backpack. Thus, after church, the rain poured down. After a wonderful lunch at Kino Kultura, we took a taxi back home.

The gardens atop the University Library--we're walking all over the roof!

Climbing up the roof

A rare close up

A view from the Palace of Culture and Science--Warsaw's old town is the area of red roofs.

Here Dad is showing Henry models of Polish army tanks, howitzers, etc. etc. Dad did not mince words and explained that these things kill people, but that we should trust not in these things, but in God. After a few minutes of thoughtful contemplation Henry told Dad that when he grows up he wants to be an army guy.

Chopin's memory and influence is everywhere!

Where where these busses from? I saw 3 of them. Henry wanted a ride.

Downtown Warsaw: Dad's office building

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