"That Wretched Mixture." Family Walk in Wesoła with Ms Fishka's Children's Detective Agency

Do you feel comfortable in the role of a detective? Puzzles and secrets are a piece of cake for you? Do you like challenges and a thrill?

If YES – we invite you to an experimental walk around the former university clinic grounds on Kopernika Street (Wesoła Creative District) with Ms Fishka's Children's Detective Agency.

We will be looking for the legendary mixture (its story is below), which was supposedly brewed here. Who brewed it, why and where? Fishka has already started the investigation, but looking at her crooked eye she decided that she would rather lead it with the help of children. After all, they always know better than adults what, where and how. Will you join the group to help her? Poor thing might not manage on her own.

Place: Wesoła Creative District, Kraków. The starting place will be provided by email after purchasing a ticket.

Tickets: 25 zł. Tickets available at: Bilety

Dates and groups:

• 11:00 — Agents aged 6–7
• 14:00 — Agents aged 8–10

The presence of one adult guardian is mandatory. Buy the ticket only for the child. 1 ticket = 1 child + guardian.

Read the story of Detective Fishka:

Detective Fishka had smelled that scent somewhere before. Something like spring, but not quite. Maybe chewing gum? Not that either. More like… – "Cough syrup!" – she squealed happily and jumped three times, stopping by an old wall on Kopernika Street. She sniffed the chipped wall once more and, closing her eyes, followed that scent. – "When you close your eyes, your nose works better right away," she muttered smugly (of course under her breath).

While debating with herself like that, she suddenly bumped her nose against something cold. It was a door handle. Ornate. Old. – "Oooo, at least 19th century," she whistled with admiration. – "And what’s this?" On the door of a building that looked deserted, a sign hung, wobbling: “Experimental clinic for all kinds of pains. Entry only for authorized persons.” Without much thought she pressed a rusty button next to the door. Some shadow began to approach from the inside. – "Well, I’ve really stepped in it now," she concluded. – "Good lead!" She quickly bared her teeth in a silly grin (which in her imagination was supposed to be stunning). – "What?" came a polite question, and a crooked eye appeared in the crack of the door.