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Boston to CDG to Warsaw

I adored flying Air France yesterday because it gave me a perfectly good excuse to have a glass of champagne on the flight yesterday to kick off my trip.  After a very short flight, very little sleep, and a brief stopover at the Paris Charles de Gaulle airport, I arrived uneventfully in Warsaw.  Our hotel turned out to offer us lovely, somewhat luxe digs right in the heart of the city. so we found it a wonderfully convenient base to explore the city.

The first thing we did when we got to Warsaw was try to find a place to watch the World Cup game.  The highlight of our afternoon was taking the tram across the river to Old Town, without figuring out how to pay for tram tickets (so slightly worried that we were going to get arrested and thrown in a Polish gulag - do they still have those?), where we stepped into a delightful pub to watch the soccer game with an inexplicable group of Poles dressed in medieval costumes.  At one point, one of them took out a sword to illustrate a point he was making.  Because his point was in Polish, we didn’t quite catch what it was, but luckily, we were all rooting for Germany, who creamed the Argentinians.  Poor Maradonna!  He was far more distraught than the rest of his team.  (But I understand they came a long way to get this far.)  Here are a few pictures of the pub and our first Polish meal.  Ghabby got some good pictures of the Bohemians  (I don’t know what else to call them)  as they were leaving.   We sampled authentic Polish pierogies and lamb sausage, which were both incredible.

Lamb sausage and pierogies