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Beneath my feet two days ago was a shimmering beach with happy, rushing and playing dogs. I enjoyed the lovely company of blogging friend Seonaid Green of breathofgreenair. (and her family!) Thank you for having us! Forever grateful.
My heart feels as light as the clouds when I’m watching her beautiful dogs floating on sand and water. Maisie, Willow and Mollie!
For Ailsa I want to send some of my favourite trees – at least photos taken of them. So travelling means in Sweden this time. Starting with their helping us with mindfulness – my mother and my two dogs under the great beech tree in our forest, Spring 2011.
Trees – we cannot live without them. There are many reasons to why I love trees, and here are only some of them. I hope you agree with me – they are as wonderful as they are essential. I love them…
Warszawa – jag hade inga förväntningar alls…Sönderbombat under andra världskriget – återuppbyggt och pietetsfullt restaurerat. Det skulle bli regn nästan hela resan…läste vi.
Warsaw – I didn’t know what to expect, really. My memories from school of a black and polluted country and my colourful memories from Gdansk last October. This time we were expecting rain as well.
Warszawa nämns i skrift första gången kring 1300, och namnet betyder närmst ”plats” eller ”mark”.
Warsaw is mentioned for the first time in texts from the year 1300 something. The name meaning ”place” or ”land”.
Det första som mötte oss när vi gick av tåget var en jättelik rest från kommunisttiden – Kulturpalatset. Och strax intill ligger det här – Zlote Tarasy (De gyllene terrasserna), ett toppmodernt shoppingcenter som öppnade 2007.
Stepping out of the train, the first thing we were met by was this old communist building, The Palace of Culture. Some 50 metres, just over the road from this giant, is a brand new shopping centre located – Zlote Tarasy (The Golden Terraces), opened in 2007.
Överallt skyskrapor – gärna i glas.
Everywhere around there were new skyscrapers built and under construction. Much glass.
Arbetena pågick dag och natt och man kunde se stora framsteg varje morgon.
They were working day and night, and every morning the results were clearly visible.
Aldrig har jag sett så många hundar och hundägare…minst en hund per rastare i alla fall.
Never have I seen so many dog owners – everyone seemed to have at least two dogs. I always feel a bit sorry for dogs having to live in big cities.
Vi siktade på Gamla Stan, som är pietetsfullt återuppbyggd efter kriget och det förödande Warszawaupproret 1944. Nazisterna dödade 250 000 civila och sedan kunde Stalin bara gå in med Röda Armén. Huvudstaden blev så förstörd att man övervägde att flytta den till Lodz, men polackerna återuppbyggde sin stad till dess forna glans.
We headed for The Old Town, reverentially rebuilt in the old way from before the war. WWII and the uprising of the Jews against the Nazis in 1944, resulted in the killing of 250 000 civilians and the city was almost totally brought into ruins. The Polish people even thought of moving the capital to Lodz, but decided to rebuild their city to its former glory.
Lite påminner den om Gdansk, men charmen är inte riktigt densamma. Warszawa är större och ligger heller inte vid vattnet.
In colours and style it is reminding of Gdansk, but Gdansk is smaller and also situated by the water.
Slottstorget med den 22 meter höga kolonnen med Sigismund och så Kungliga slottet.
Castle Square with the 22 meter high column with Sigismund on top. To the right, the Royal castle.
Färger, färger –
Colours, colours –
– och den gamla stadsmuren.
– and the old City Wall.
Vår Anita Ekberg fick också vara med på ett hörn…
Our own Anita Ekberg was here too…
Kanoniatorget med kyrkklockan liggande i mittten.
Kanonia Square with the church bell in the middle.
Gamla Marknadstorget är Gamla Stans hjärta – totalt sönderbombat…
The Old Market Square is the heart of The Old Town – and was totally devastated during the war…
…och återuppbyggt!
…but rebuilt!
Gamla Marknadstorget med Warszawas symbol, flodsirénen Sawa. Legenden berättar att fiskaren Warz fiskade i floden Wisla, när sirenen Sawa lockade honom till sig. De gifte sig – och staden fick så sitt namn: Warszawa.
The symbol of Warsaw, the river siren Sawa, is standing here. Legend has it that a fisherman, named Warz, was fishing in the river Wisla when he was lured into the sphere of Sawa – and they got married. Hence the name Warsaw!
Runt torget ligger skönt bemålade hus, och en del slitna, berömda fasader.
Around the square there are many famous houses.
Postkontoret påminner mest om en kyrka eller ett kloster. Nunnan som uträttade ärenden förstärkte känslan.
The post office was reminding of a nunnery or a chapel – and we also met this nun inside.
Vi gick vidare till den vackra katedralen, som är ärkebiskopssäte. Många berömda polacker ligger begravda här. Norrmannen Thorwaldsen har varit med i utsmyckningen, men vi fastnade för några impressionistiska verk av Håkon Gullvåg.
The beautiful cathedral for the archbishop, is a burial place for many famous Polish men. The Norwegian Thorwaldsen has contributed to its beauty, but we admired the impressionistic art of Håkon Gullvåg as well.
Ute på gatan igen blev vi snart sugna på fika. Många fina caféer finns med lockande kakor – och interiör.
Now we felt like a cup of coffee and something to eat…Many lovely cafés and designs here…
There are many fantastic writers and authors, and now one of them, Sir Terry Pratchett, has left us – at least for a while…
If you look up the word ”fantastic” in a dictionary, it says ”wild and strange; grotesque; absurd; marvellous; wonderful.” What am I to do about such a theme?
I will pick three shots – trying to picture the definitions. All of them from New Zealand, the land of wonders.
From Weta Cave, Welliwood, and all its fantastic gear – unfortunately I never noted down who this is…
And fantastic Milford Sound – even more beautiful than Norway.
For more of Fantastic – visit Ailsa’s here.
En träff med två av Tottis telningar och deras hussar och mattar – här ligger en mycket fluffig Lady Ella i en lika fluffig bädd!
We shared an evening together, me and Totti and two of Totti’s daughters and their owners. Here’s Lady Ella – just as fluffy as her bed!
Han är mycket försynt, Totti, men uppsynen kan man inte ta fel på. Vill in! Om han får stirra tillräckligt länge utan att bli upptäckt skäller han uppfordrande.
He is very timid, Totti, but this look is unmistakable. Let me in! If I don’t see him and he has to wait long enough … he starts barking persistently.
For Cee this week – some of my favourite things…
Girls in white dresses with blue satin sashes, Snowflakes that stay on my nose and eyelashes, Silver white winters that melt into springs, These are a few of my favorite things.
Snö igår kväll på hundpromenaden – perfekta spår, både mina och Tottis! Telefon – och nattsuddiga telefonbilder, men dock…
Yesterday night we had pure new snow – and perfect footprints! Blurry phone- and night shots, but still…
Leya 
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