Sopot

Squeezed between Gdynia (where I grew up) and Gdańsk (where I live), Sopot is the only city out of the three that holds no sentimental value for me. But that doesn't make it any less special. During early spring, I often go there for a Sunday stroll with my wife — and it feels like traveling back to the late 19th century. The architecture from that era looks gorgeous in the gentle sunlight, and the bare trees make photographing so much more convenient.