Nie móvię po Polska.

I don't speak Polish. This is a helpful phrase to drive away people selling you things in the old town square. It also means that when you hear people speaking English, it's nearly impossible not to stare and eavesdrop. We apologize in advance. I also learned a new curse word, though some debated that it's merely an appropriate descriptor of superlative things, like baked pierogi. I won't write it here, but will be happy to teach you later.
A cultural item. If you remember, there is some preference for paying cash in Poland. And, there is some expectation that you will pay with either exact change, or some combination of change that will make giving you change easier. This continues to be true, though some retailers are much more forgiving than others. I've been known to offer a choice- either a large bill or Visa. This seems to garner a better reaction... All of this means that you're either hoarding change and small bills, or being frowned upon.
By now, though, you want less prose and more pictures. First, a series from a school for students with disabilities, primarily visual impairments. The playground was designed to be accessible and to help teach skills for navigating. Voted one of the 7 most beautiful places in the EU, it's open to the public at select times (a requirement from funding sources).

By the way, do you remember when it was fun to just - run? Like running was the best way to get somewhere? When you are 5, this is true.

And, the sky was incredibly blue yesterday, and I had to take more pictures of the Stary Rynek.

In the picture above, the building on the right is for sale. Anyone want to build a hotel with me?

Last, never underestimate the importance of a stool. Mostly for bathroom access, also as a craft chair...

Tomorrow is our last day in Poznan, and we will head to Wroclaw on Friday for two nights, and then to Dresden.