The flight to Frankfurt is uneventful, but as we fly into Krakow, one of Poland's largest and oldest cities and it's capital from 1038 to 1596, there's a buzz in the air—or maybe it's only me thrilling to the idea of collecting new memories Stepping out of Hotel Pod Rozá on the historical Floriańska Street, I find boutiques, pubs, clubs, restaurants and hotels lining this segment of the medieval Royal Route, past the main market square, to Wawel Castle. The beautiful old St Florian's Church at the northern end of the square turns out to be a perfect landmark when I get lost in a maze of streets during my wanderings. The Pod Aniolami restaurant on Grodzka Street is organising a demo on the preparation of the traditional Polish favourite pierogi—dumplings served plain, with butter, sour cream, potatoes and cheese, or minced meat. I tuck into one and think of momos.