Finally, after a month of warm, balmy weather here in Warsaw, the temperature has dropped. Outside Place Hallera, women with baskets and old fashioned broomsticks are piling up the leaves. It rains in the night. The air is clear and crisp, with a kind of bright buttery light you normally see in cities of the mid-west of America when the sun is low on the horizon. I pass the ’sleeping soldiers’ at Wilenski Square and stay for a while listening to the voices of the choir in the domes of St. Mary Madeleine’s Orthodox Church. Today is a day for leisure, for visiting coffee houses and walking through the many parks, catching up on conversation after busy workshops for Wonders of Warsaw and for Warsaw Breakfast. Ania has left to celebrate her Mother’s name day in Resko, eight hours on a train. The results of our workshops are posted on the cultural animation site.