A few hours on the Warsaw Express and I found myself caught up in what could only be described as a fairytale, the town of Poznan. Garbed in its Christmas best, it was all ice-sculpture contests, candied buildings, ornately decorated cafes, beautifully dressed old women, mahoganied antique nooks and toasty bookshops crammed with delicious books. Probably the closest to life as a doll as I could ever envisage for myself.
More on the way. In the meantime, I hope you’re all having yourselves very joyful holidays.