Market Square Magic

So I explored today, rain seeping into my withered leathered boots.

Two hostel stops for a sock change and hoping to meet another single traveller to tag along with, I spent the day on my own.

Now familiar with the old town,

I find myself in my room wondering what to do next.

The Market Square bustles before me and the lights slowly twinkle on.

I achieved my goal today, booking my sleeper train to Prague...

but I am thinking... now what? It's 9:30pm, and I am at a loss as to how to occupy the time before I can legitimately go to sleep.

Strolling into a bar and trying Poland's finest vodka seems like an alluring idea,

yet a little odd at the same time. I'm sure alcoholism starts this way?!

Flashes from tourists cameras are seen in the distance,

and I am taken away from that idea.

I simply smile at the beauty of this little place.

Get amongst it Deanna,

go and wander and you are bound to find something.

Even if you don't understand a word they are saying;

you've got your book, your writing, a potential vodka cocktail and you are in Krakow -

so it doesn't matter if your doing it solo anyway.