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Wet, dark and foggy: this is exactly the sort of scene that greeted me and Paul upon our arrival in Krakow. Hotel Polonia is one of the first buildings you see upon exiting the station.



The Cloth Hall at night: a spectacular sight to behold.


The Market Square at night.



Logo of Empik, the Polish equivalent of Borders and a popular meeting-point in Krakow.



Zywiec signs line the sidewalk of almost every main street in Poland.



The colourful Arabesque interior of St Mary's Church.



The altar of Wawel Cathedral -- relatively small by cathedral standards, but packed with centuries of Polish history.



The cathedral contains the tombs of many prominent Polish monarchs, including Kazimierz the Great.



The Church of the Body of Christ.



Its breath-takingly ornate interior.



The Barbakan.



Statues of the Twelve Apostles, standing on the gates of the Church of St Paul and St Peter.



Okocim Mocne: discovered by accident in Gdansk, these black cans became me and Paul's staple predrink in Krakow.



The Wieliczka salt mines are full of statues carved entirely out of rock salt.



Katowice: ugly city, beautiful women.



This is the type of plane that took me and Nath from Krakow to Vienna airport.


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