Two women walk across the cobblestones of Kraków’s Rynek Główny, past the arched doorway of Restauracja Szara and a British Council sign. The woman in front wears a navy quilted puffer jacket, a black, white and red tartan scarf with fringed ends, black skinny jeans, black sneakers and cat-eye tortoiseshell sunglasses, with her hair in a low bun. Her companion wears a grey wool coat, black tights, black block-heel ankle boots, dark sunglasses and silver hair clips, and carries a black leather crossbody bag. Behind them the square is busy in the low sun: a man in an orange hoodie with a black backpack, a father carrying a child on his shoulders, and a man in a navy parka eating an ice cream cone.
