Try it out in Poland, at an unbelievable mine-turned-subterranean playground outside Krakow.
Miss Krakow let out a snort, as fiery with scorn as though flames were curling on her lips.
The first act of this tuneful opera opens in the city of Krakow.
The salt-mines near Krakow are in a mass of rock-salt twelve hundred feet thick.
I beg you to sound the alarm again, like that brave trumpeter of Krakow.
