I love the morning here. When the ancient streets smell of coffee and hope. I walk past the bakery, take a fresh croissant with cherries, and sit on a bench near Wawel. I watch. I breathe.
And I feel that everything is in its place.
I don’t run here. Here I live. I walk around antique shops, find vintage jewelry, listen to street musicians and smile at the cats in the windows.
Sometimes I say out loud: "Krakow, thank you. You know how to keep your soul."
And if one day you see a girl in a long coat, with a shine in her eyes and a cake in her hand - it might be me. Don’t look, don’t call... Just feel - the magic is near.