Rzeszow 05/09/2016

Another picture of Rzeszow. The old man with the accordion was playing his instrument when I was putting my change in his coffee-to-go pot. Wasn’t much, just some coins. It was enough for him to smile with his crumply face, and start to talk in a voice which reminded me of old Eastern Europe fairies, like the funny musician of the village. mmhh. I started stuttering ’nie mowie po Polsku“ which means the same as „je ne parle pas Francais‘, the one sentence I know in more than one language.

First person who writes down the meaning of the sentence as a comment gets the next post card. Guess it will be the first person reading the post. Nevertheless… No cheating, just if you know by yourself!