THE SINGING LADY

So I was walking back home when I heard the voice. And I mean The Voice - The Voice of Krakow, the Singing Lady, the whomever-she-is-everybody-know-her-by-now person. The Voice usually occupies the same spot right in the middle of Grodzka Street and surrounded by teary grannies provides an aria for free (if you're a stingy bastard like me). It's a feast for your senses or a depressive downhill ride. Any way - she's good. Passed The Voice, kept on walking and I couldn't help but wonder - has she already made it to the tourists guides? After all, the woman is the Wawel's Dragon for the elders, a perfect date plug-in for lovers and simply a hero during the winter time. Who else dares to stand still with their mouth wide open with -10 degrees outside?! Having thought all that I decided it would be nice to interview her for a magazine*, but hey! I don't work for a magazine. So I decided to create a blog, a blog on Krakow. May it lead me through my first year of The Unknown, post-bachelor life in the city.

* The mentioned interview was in fact never conducted. Yet. I'll see what I can do about it.