...in the church of St Florian in Krakow. There is a side altar which is a shrine to a young priest, who worked there in the 1950s. Candles, flowers, a fine portrait of him, in the background of which you can see forested landscape and a canoe which has been turned upside down to form an altar, held up by crossed oars.
We walked through the snowy Planty - the gardens around the old city centre, ate spinach pancakes, came back to the flat to get emails and do some work...and will shortly be going out to an evening Mass. Polish TV, like TV everywhere, full of images of people standing in St Peter's Square with microphones and talking about names of cardinals and gesticulating towards the chimney.