Užupis reminded me a bit of Christiania, but the open-air hash market in a squatted military base in 2001 seemed a challenge to authority in a way that 2018 wannabe-poetic trite musings for tourists are not. If I were in my 20s and a worldly narcissistic hipster this would be the place for a beer and selfies. When I last walked by the Rauch-Haus in May or so the graffiti included large signs prohibiting photos and I think that’s more my style.
