Stary Browar

My body seems to be winning…

After a very sweaty (but good) night I headed downstairs for breakfast this morning with cautious optimism.

I was right on both counts. Some things at the buffet made me feel queasy, but plain old bread, butter and jam was ideal.

At lunchtime I reckoned I could get a similar effect at a shopping centre food court, and the 15 minute walk to Stary Browar seemed manageable. I got a nice salad plus a Blip.

As the name suggests it is a former brewery, hence the architecture.

I have booked a flight home for tomorrow.