I did not expect myself to be galavanting the streets of Praga, Warsawa; which lives on the opposite side of the Vistula river than the more glamorous end of the city. An enormous lightning storm couldn't keep me from wandering the little nooks and remaining evidence of World War II. What i found so exciting was the fresh and creative spirit of the younger population of the area, one that I searched fruitlessly for in Paris and Venice. Maybe it's the clean slate left by the war, developing a necessity for something truly new. Maybe it's just a whole lot of chain-smoking hipsters reaping the benefits of cheap rent, but isn't that how they all started?