Art. Artists. Champagne with berries in the glass. Some things are the same no matter the continent. We went to an opening last night, at Galerię M Odwach, which means "Gallery at the Guardhouse". Can you guess what the building used to be? It's across the street from the Opera House, and if you've been to Wrocław, I guarantee you've passed it, probably a kajillion times.
It's on this street:
Fun Fact! Ul. Świdnicka is one of two of the very first streets cleared and later paved in Wro. Can you name the other one?
And the gallery on the left:
So, a bunch of people in dark clothing stood shoulder to shoulder for awhile, listening to a woman talk about how great art is, and Wro's art scene in particular.
And the people clapped politely:
And it was damn crowded.
When they served champagne the atmosphere improved considerably.:
And so we looked at art.
Okay, that was some great culture, right? Right. So then we headed out into the night!
Hipsters disembarking outside the gallery:
You can't see it well, here, but the City Seal on the public transportation i Wro has a disembodied head on it. No, seriously. I think it's Saint Peter's?
Here it is:
Walking in downtown Wrocław is like wearing those shoes they had a few years ago, remember the ones that were supposed to help you balance and improve your muscle tone, because they were lopsided or something? The cobblestones are quaint and beautiful, but they are tough on the tootsies, let me tell you. Here's another pro-tip: If you're lucky enough to find yourself in the company of a bevy of Polish beauties, buy them all some flowers at one of the Rynek's (downtown's) many many flower stands. It's de rigeur to give flowers here, and always appreciated. So yeah, we walked.
And where did we walk to, faithful reader? "El Barrio"! No kidding. For those that aren't in the know, el barrio
back home is idiomatic for a Hispanic neighborhood, and to some, it's a ghetto. But the place was nice, with lots of tables so you don't have to stand around and hold your drink like a frat boy.
And so began the cocktails.
Did you catch that painting behind us? A butt = classy establishment:
Instead of charging a cover, many bars have a "coat check", which just means you still have to pay a cover, but now you have to be colder and keep track of your claim key.
Case in point:
Okay, now check out the doors on the exit:
What's that about, I wonder?