No longer in Poland

It was perhaps not entirely traditional to end my trip to Poland with a visit to an exhibition of art-deco Japanese posters followed by sushi on the banks of the Wisƚa, or to bring home as souvenir a rather nice set of tea-bowls and an attractive blue cracked-glaze Japanese teapot; but I suppose slavish adherence to tradition isn't among my strong points.

A slightly tedious trip back (got to the airport three hours early, no cabin luggage, the plane left an hour and a half late, and two hours later you're in Luton), but no worse than to be expected in the circumstances; my camera-case survived the risks of theft and damage.