Yes, you heard it right. Beach. Poland has beaches. The best is at Sopot, a 15 minute train ride from Gdańsk. Sopot was created by Napoleon’s doctor who thought the Baltic waters would be therapeutic. Known as the “Nice” of the Baltic, grand hotels and casinos soon sprang up. The casinos are gone but the Poles still flock to Sopot for their vacations. Sopot is Poland’s answer to White Rock except it’s on steroids and doesn’t have the blue rinse mafia making sure no fun could be had. The beach is fine grain, talc-like sand and stretches to the horizon in both directions. The highlight is the longest wooden pier in Europe. After buying a bag of gummy bears we proceeded to hike the pier and, in a flashback style, checked out the sailboats. 
A couple of things we noticed on our pier walk were: 1. swans in the sea. 
And 2. how domesticated the seagulls have become. For example here is Judy with her new best friend, Heathcliff.
After drooling over some really fancy sailboats we stopped for a cold one in the outdoor cafe/beer garden on the pier, something White Rock city council would never allow.
Heading back to the train station we passed the Gaudi-inspired crooked house and about a mile and a half of restaurants and trinket and trash shops.
All the walking and sun had pretty much drained us so back to Gdańsk for an early dinner and turn in.
Decaigny Abroad 
I can’t help notice that you keep running into the same two attractive young women wherever you go.
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