Kraków is not a great place to shop if you are into your crafts. I managed to track down a couple of pasmanteria (I have no idea how to pluralise the word – it means “haberdashery”) on Ul. Karmelicka, but the best one I found was on the corner of Ul. Królewska and Aleja Juliusza Słowackiego. I had to pass through a room of children’s clothes and another filled with children’s shoes before hitting the tiny pasmanteria.
I bought a few buttons using a lot of sign language, pointing at my cardigan’s buttons and speaking a hybrid between Russian, German and the few Polish words I knew. I wish I had known that the Polish word for “buttons” is guziki.
Dave has uploaded a few Kraków photos, by the way.
I’m now on my third day of resting after our little Polish adventure. I do not mention my health very often, but I wasn’t amused that I had to take painkillers yesterday just to get out of bed. I think today will be yet another slow day, but hopefully that means I will be back to normal tomorrow. Sometimes I really do regard my body as my enemy.
And thank you so, so much for the extraordinary response to my Heritage shawl.