Poznan, Poland

I arrived in Poznan at 23:00 on 20Sep06 after dodging police on the train for having no ticket. The beautiful Stary Rynek was the only thing I could manage to see. It was gorgeous and sparkling clean since the city was rebuilt after be leveled by Nazis in WWII. The benches in the square breathed communism. The cobblestone streets were transversed by trolly cars and the main square, littered with outdoor pubs, was car free.