Varsovienne
Today to the Royal Palace, which was heaving, including packs of schoolchildren being herded around by their teachers. Mostly for the art-work (esp the Bellottos, in the misleadingly named Canaletto Room, which provided basis for much of the post-war rebuilding).
Then walked around a bit.
Which would all have been rather more fun if, although I don't actually feel precisely ill, I had not found my energy pretty lacking and keeping wanting to sit down.
Lots of shops selling amber, including one which had in the window what I could almost swear was an amber dildo - at least, it definitely looked urgent and phallic.
Later on to the John Paul II Collection Museum, where we were massively outnumbered by the staff, and even selling us tickets seemed to be the kind of performance that things are that don't happen very often. We were slightly creepily directed by silent waves from room to room by attendant ladies, but even so appear to have missed the Impressionist Room. Rather a lot of the stuff had us going 'That's never a [name of major European artist]', though a fair amount that bore the names of major Euro-artists was studio of or attrib to begin with.
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