Lenin's wife waxed lyrical about Las Wolski in her memoirs (which are otherwise somewhat short on wistful anecdote and thigh-slapping humour). She would go for romantic bicycle rides there with her revolutionary husband, who was also something of a fan of Polish vodka and the excellent Zurek soup. She records that Cracow had a mellowing effect on the great man (the city was a safe place to avoid the glare of Russian spies in the years before the Great War). Today, besides having a rather atypical and commendable zoo, the woods retain many winning qualities. You can follow in the footsteps of the goodly Comrade Lenin, and indulge in a romantic afternoon stroll, whilst in Autumn, you can engage in that most Polish of fetishes - mushroom picking, (as of yet our historians have not discovered whether Lenin was a mushroom man, but watch this space.)
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