I have never seen as many people in one small place, as I did at the market place. There were dozens of people, like little ants, bustling around with their shopping baskets in the POURING snow! LOL! If snow could sting your face – it did that day! And it was cold, and they don’t scrape up the old snow so it gets walked into a sloshy, cold mess only to ice up! Below this fluffy white snow, are sheet, upon sheet of shiny, chrystal ice. Every second step leaves you slip, sliding away! Ha!
We bought some really sweet items as gifts at the market place. Little Babuscka dolls, hand knitted woolen socks and the strangest of all, smoked cheese in different shapes. Not my favourite Polish flavour I might add, but interesting all the same!
It was a beautiful place! I often wonder what it will be like in the summer, when the snow has melted, when the woodchucks whistle and one can skip around in the green mountains without all those heavy clothes! One of the humerous moments was when, on New Year's Eve, in the early hours of the morning, we had a knock at our door. On answering we found a Polish man with a whole bunch of his friends, who had heard there were Africans staying on the property - Africque du Sud - he kept saying, pointing at us! They couldn't believe that coming from Africa we were white! LOL!