Poznań gave me the same kind of pleasure that Prague gave me. The buildings were charming and the scale inviting. I began my visit at midday, rambling round the old town square, delighted by the freshly painted houses and the intricacies of the architecture of the city hall. As I ate lunch, a crowd gathered for the midday spectacle: the clock struck a sonorous twelve and a bugle announced the appearance of two goats who emerged just above the clock face and turned to butt each other in a slow mechanical way before retreating behind their doors. The next day I caught the town square in morning light, and again observed that slow awakening of a city which was my delight in Zagreb, Dubrovnik, and Prague.
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Italians would feel at home here. It is strange, but the buildings, each with its own colour and individual architecture, collectively form a harmonious unity, just as they do at Portovenere in Liguria and in town squares elsewhere in Italy. Was Poznan ever a royal seat, as I noticed an SR topped by a crown under the clock? What a lovely place.
It looks SO pretty, Meg! It’s on the list, for definite 🙂
Lovely narrow, colourful buildings around the square. So very Eastern European.