No matter how I raved about Warsaw as a destination to my friends, my own memories of the place are bittersweet. The last visit ended on a sour note after a falling-out with a friend. Four years and a football tournament had passed since then and I was going to be in the Polish capital again. It was going to be just a brief stop to see what changes an international event had catalysed.
(I’d recommend seeing the Old Town, the royal castle, Ogrod Saski, the Uprising Museum and Lazienki Park on your first trip. They were not at the top of my agenda on my second visit.)
The overnight bus from Vilnius pulled into the station at 6 in the morning. The summer sun was up, and it illuminated the evidence of the night’s revelry on the street. Nothing unusual about that, given that it was a Saturday. Walking along Krakowskie Przedmiescie on a weekend morning, I had virtually the whole boulevard to myself. It was peaceful, and it was a welcome break from jostling with tourists in other cities, no matter how brief it was.
The archcathedral was covered in hoardings that concealed the restoration work that was taking place, but the landmarks of the old town were still in the right places. I already had a photo of the castle square, so it didn’t matter if it wasn’t perfect today.
This revisit was going to start where I left off the last time: Praga, on the other side of the Vistula. The vicinity of Wilenska mall was a hive of pedestrian and construction activity, in contrast to the old city that I just left behind. In 2009, people spoke of Praga as the gritty part of Warsaw that was just starting to be ‘cool’. If I could barely sense the changes when I first set foot here then, they were truly under way now. Road works occupied the spot where a Soviet war monument once stood. It was a symbol of a dark period in the history of this city, and people understandably didn’t want to memorialise it any longer.
Walking around the back of the former Koneser vodka factory, the sight of excavators and dust-covered plots made me uneasy. There were certainly more buildings here when we visited that evening four years ago.
I hit upon something familiar when I reached the other side of the compound. Beyond the main gate, the rusted dragon and chess board were still there, along with other sculptures and a public bike stand, albeit among sparser settings.
It wasn’t going to stay like that for long, however – the plans and renderings of a future redevelopment project were also on display and it had already claimed the buildings behind. What a shame they couldn’t be saved. Architecture like this is rare on the other side of the river and it is part of the character of the district. Hopefully, others do not have to go the same way.
Back to the Old Town and Ojazdow Park
It was close to midday when I crossed the river again, and by now the visitors filled the historic streets. I can’t say without prejudice whether it was really more crowded than the last time I was there. It certainly felt that way, and I saw things that I didn’t remember seeing before: buskers and balloon sculptors joined the ice-cream and drink vans in the square, and I heard the local guides speak not just Polish, German and English, but also Mandarin and Spanish.
The rest of the day was spent in Ujazdow Park with another friend who had recently returned home, and she had observed some changes too. “There are more outdoor events like this and people enjoy going out more. The city is only just starting to make use of the riverside locations. Things are getting more vibrant,” she said, as we enjoyed lemonade and watched others play games on the turf.
The Vistula in the evening
Nowy Swiat’s bars were certainly lively that evening, but I had other plans. With a cone of Grycan ice-cream in hand, I retraced the steps of our last evening together and made my way to Powisle. Party boats lined the shore in front of the National Stadium (newly-built for the Euro 2012 tournament) while young people sat on the banks enjoying another Saturday evening.
The mermaid sculpture near the bridge was nowhere in sight, though, and the work taking place on the new metro line all but blocked access to the spot where it once stood. Since then I learnt that it can still be seen from the bridge, behind a bulletproof glass panel.
In the morning I left for Lublin happy with a strange feeling. Yes, I was happy with what I’d managed to see and do in 24 hours. Now that more people know about its gems, I may miss promoting Warsaw like an over-enthusiastic know-it-all. I may cling to the memory of a few landmarks that will no longer look the way they did. The relentless march of development has no time for sentiments like that. It left me with a bittersweet feeling for the second time.
N.B. I stand corrected if I have misunderstood the changes to the landmarks mentioned above.