She faced the blue and watched, as the abrupt rain drops soared and roared and she watched as we found cover under one of the pillars of old town.

Imperfect, unsymmetrical, neglected in so many ways. Yet, so full of character for the same reasons above.

To think about the day my camera will take its’ place on the shelves of an antique shop… Maybe too damn far, or maybe not so much.

Almost every night-out ended in this very place, and we waited for the 657N or the famous 12 to take us back to Ligota. Then we took it one last time and never returned.

or unless?

Beautifully preserved, 65 years old DeSoto Firedome 1956. Now busy marrying off Warszawa couples.

Wash the sins of this city, building by building, wash it all away.