The Avenue of Roses (pictured above) is a main pedestrian thoroughfare leading to Nowa Huta's Central Square.
It was once famously home to a three storey high statue of Lenin. The Poles pulled it down after the Solidarity Movement succeeded in kicking out the Soviets.
Also now missing were the huge letters lining the rooftops, which left the Polish population in no doubt that all this had been a gift of the USSR.
They struggled to hit the right note of gratitude, when the funding dried up from Moscow, taking the steelworks with it. The shops emptied of all supplies and Martial Law banned all employment. They'd barely managed a muttered 'thank you', when it was all going well, and everyone was suddenly a brick-builder!
I doubt they even tried, when a wrong word could see people disappeared; nor when a sixteen year old boy, protecting his grandfather bodily from crowd control water chutes, discovered that rubber bullets were hidden in the stream. The memorial to the boy is over the road from the Catholic church, which was itself constructed under terms of stoic protest and violence.
Anecdotes and histories abound on the Communism Deluxe Tour, punctuated by complementary shots of vodka (or whisky, if like me you're allergic to the stuff). We visited the locations, heard the stories told with fascination and humor, then jumped back into our trusty Trabant.
Along the way, we visited an apartment which frankly looked a lot like the one my Nan lived in back in Britain. My friend found her own grandmother's house-coat hanging on a peg.
Did I mention that Soviet era Poland was a lot like Britain in the '70s and '80s? Though not quite as underscored by the Communist ideology.
Finally we were deposited in a Milk Bar (Bar Mleczny), which offered the cheapest food in Poland. Another relic of the age, they were established in order to ensure that workers could afford at least one hot meal a day.
The menu is still subsidized by the Polish government, hence the queue stretched nearly to the door. It gave Philip ample opportunity to describe how his childhood was pretty much spent standing in queues too. But that was Communism for you.
And probably much less fun at the time, than it was for us visiting. We were like the Greek girl in Pulp's Common People, delighted tourists glimpsing another culture. But yes, it was fun. I thoroughly recommend that you do it too.