A mural by Diego Miedo in Praga, which is the Brooklyn of Warsaw. (Or, more accurately, the Bushwick of Warsaw, if you know your Brooklyn.) It was such a huge crime center in the past that my boyfriend’s mom still didn’t want to go there in the daytime with us, but in recent years, the neighborhood has been taken over by galleries, nightclubs, and old Communist milk bars turned cute hipster cafes. I was all, “Hahaha, we’re from New York City, nothing scares us.” But then I said hello to this little girl on the street, and she started saying mean things to me in Polish! And then we went into a courtyard behind a building to look at one of the many, many secret shrines the Poles built to the Virgin Mary after WWII when organized religion was shunned, and a bunch of hoodlums surrounded by cigarettes and broken glass leered at us until our Polish friend quietly suggested we leave. So go to Praga for the art scene but bring your shiv.
Photo taken at: Praga, Warszawa, Poland