After leaving the WWII museum at 6-ish, we trudged along the waterfront in the night, both of us totally exhausted from living through the war in a single afternoon. (And physically worn out from the concrete floors!)
We are both museum readers (take that, Yesh!) and so we had lots of facts swirling around in our heads, and lots of pictures and uniforms and armaments and bomb shelters and just too many personal items of long dead people that needed to be organized and compartmentalized and considered... and hopefully forgotten.
And the temp had plunged and we only had pastries for lunch. So we were hungry...
We popped into a couple of restaurants looking for an empty table, and finally settled on Gdanski Bowke. Fabulous choice! Fantastic food, excellent service.
I had grilled chicken breast with peas and carrots (and something green mixed with my mashed potatoes). And Rebecca had a roast pork knuckle with mashed potatoes. We both had killer beers.
Then we stumbled home to dream of war.
