From a personal point of view, it’s sheer depth of contrast comes somewhere near the top: lavish wedding cake palaces that reference the might once wielded by the city’s power players; futuristic office compounds; blackened, broken tenements; abandoned, creepy warehouses; restored redbrick factories; and PRL blocks of cosmic dimension.
From polar bear trails to revamped castles, Webber presents his top travel finds of 2020.
Lying less than 15 kilometres north of Kraków, the 14th century castle was built as part of the Eagles’ Nest trail: a string of ancient fortifications constructed to defend the region and its trade routes. Here, you know you’re in a castle and that’s a feeling that is a bonus in itself.
Following a gentle curve, and opening out at the mouth of Wawel Castle, is ul. Kanonicza 22. A guestbook exposes some of the past guests that have slept here: Jim Carrey; Depeche Mode; Hans Zimmer. Not bad company that I keep, I think to myself, as my gaze falls on a signed snap of Benedict Cumberbatch.
Nestled against the Lithuanian border, Suwalszczyzna (for the sake of simplicity, let’s refer to it from now on as the Suwałki region), is more than a complex mass of randomized letters.
In this week’s Webber’s World, our intrepid explorer finds himself 30km east of Elbląg in a rambling old manor house set amongst silent forest paths, misty morning fields, grazing wild deer, and a snuffling rabbit named David. Welcome to Dwór Dawidy.
The rich atmosphere that envelopes the Sarny experience will resonate with anyone looking to extract themselves from life’s daily grind. Come here to re-tune, relax and read. I did just that and enjoyed every minute.
From an affably eccentric farmhouse in the village of Poźrzadło to the spectacular greenery and glittering lakes of Łagów ten minutes away, life here is something to be savoured and remembered.
Kiermusy’s Dworek nad Łąkami is not your typical hotel. Framed around an unevenly cobbled courtyard, it would better be described as a village within a village: the ivy-clad tavern on one flank, and at its head, accommodation filled with dusty gramophones and sepia images of Addams Family style characters.
I assumed the alter ego of a creature called Alain the Alien before proceeding to startle train passengers, knock on random doors, emerge from bushes and hand out Martian masks to local kids. Rarely have I been the subject of such love and fear, and yes, I absolutely loved it.
This site uses "cookies". By staying on it, you agree to the use of cookies.
