Don't tell me that global warming does not exist when it is now over 30°C in Poland and barely 18°C in France. Last weekend I was wearing a winter sweater here in Paris and let me remind you - we're approaching end of June. Are we?!
When I was a student I used to hate this city. Slow, small, dirty, so... Polish. Now I can't really remember why - after moving to Paris, Wroclaw's slow pace and small size are the things I love the most about it...
We prepared ourselves for a deep harsh winter, wrapped in thick thermal wear and set ready for a quest. Oh, how surprised we were with warm sun and plus temperature.