Arriving late on the Tuesday evening, my first
setback came when the receptionist at the hotel refused to accept my (or any)
credit card. This meant I had to use my hardearned Euros, which in turn meant that
I had to get to an ATM at the earliest opportunity.
The receptionist only spoke enough English to
tell me I had to pay cash and to tell me that the 51 and 57 buses went into
town. Not where they went from. There was a bus stop outside the hotel, but it
didn’t say that either bus stopped there. I walked about half a kilometre to a
crossroads, and saw what looked like a shopping mall away off into the distance
along the left hand turning. Having bought a bottle of water inside, I came out
to find that this was where the 51 and 57 buses turned round.
Once in town I found an ATM fairly quickly,
and this meant I could begin to explore properly, and to sketch.
Kaunas is big on great churches,
but terrible for maps or signposts. This huge hunk of baroque and roll provided
me with a very useful point at which to get my bearings. It’s the Archangel
Michael Roman Catholic Church, and stands at the end of Laisves Aleja, a long
and impressive pedestrianised thoroughfare through the centre of Kaunas, which
is rather like a Parisian Boulevard. And it is utterly massive. Guess how many
people stopped to compliment me on my sketch while I was making it? That's
right, none. I have only got a day's experience to base this on, but the good
people of Kaunas seem rather like East coast Scots to me - they're not the most
demonstrative of people, but they are actually very kind, and I expect that
once they're taken with you, then you've got a friend for life.
At the other end of the Laisves Aleja is
Vilnius Street, and this leads down into the Old Town. I like the Old Town,
although it doesn’t possess the narrow, crooked streets that the name ‘old town’
maybe conjures up. No, I walked through pleasant wide streets, lined with fine
baroque buildings, until they opened up in the town hall square.
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