Walking down ul Szewska, face turned down against the cold, I was accosted by a man in a navy blue uniform.
- Zapraszam do rece i nogi!
-Excuse me?!
I pushed back the hood of my ski jacket and nudged my hat up a fraction so I could pull the headphone out of one ear.
- Zapraszam do rece i nogi!
- Przepraszam?!
My interlocuteur was wearing a heavy navy blue outdoor jacket and matching trousers, with stripes on the shoulders in the style of one of the many private security firms working in the city centre. He could well have been part of the Straz Miejska - a civil order service in the city. Was he inviting me to hit the floor? Was I about to be subject to a strip search?!
- Zapraszam do rece i nogi, repeated the guy, a little exasperated: 'do klubu!'
Finally the penny dropped: he was trying to advertise a club, on ul. Szewska, well known for being a party street. 'Rece i nogi' was the name.
I declined and moved on, wondering a little: nothing about the man's outfit or general attitude did anything to evoke the party atmosphere. And why on earth accost a lone girl (even that doubtful from a distance, given my thick winter clothing), wearing a ski jacket, jeans and hiking boots and listening - although he could not have known this - to Mozart. What on earth was he thinking?!
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