Warsawa is a grey city, but its denizens not so much. The polka tunes played by Orkiestra z Chmielnej invaded the tunnels under one of the enormous soviet avenues, taking advantage of the crowds of people passing by in all directions.
While I expected mostly slavic facial features, the truth is they are as diverse as they come, almost as a testament of the permanently shifting borders of the country. Desired and, at times, abused and invaded by both close and far neighbors along the millenia, Poland, and Warsaw for that matter seems to be in some sort of crossroads of Central Europe. Slavic, nordic and germanic features are prevalent, but one can identify features from almost every corner of Europe here.
In Warszawska, a bar in Śródmieście, the central district of the capital, youngsters flowed in. Some patrons, after noticing being sketched became friendly and engaged in conversation. One of the most communicative was a local video producer and stop-motion artist. The seemingly underage barmaid displayed a quiet jelousness about not being portrayed in a sketch, but soon enough she got what she wanted, although I am unsure whether she enjoyed the result.