Today, a slight review will be put on the celebration of Easter in Poland. Not with a religious angle, but more specifically on the preparation and aspects typically Polish, that probably don't exist in France or elsewhere. First, one week before Easter we celebrate Palm Sunday. In Krakow, the branches are made of colored dry grass. Well illustrated in the following picture: The left one is made by myself, and that right was bought on the main Market Square...

Formerly, the king Krak reigned in Krakow. His castle stood near the Vistula, on the Wawel Hill and the king ruled with great wisdom. All went well until one day a drafon came and sat at the foot of the hill. It was terrifying. When he flew, his shadow covered the entire city and scared fell upon the inhabitants. When he roared, the echo sounded in the rocks of the hill and walls of the houses trembled. When he walked, you could feel it, even in the remotest villages. The...

It seems like ages I've written something here so I decided to write a series of posts telling and describing how to become a real Parisian. Here is the Act I. Usually, you begin to write a text from least to greatest. But once will not hurt, I will waive this rule and tell you one or the most essential thing to master and know here. In Paris, putain (fuck) is more than a word. It's a crutch for parisian's mental and social impediments. It is more than difficult...