Opole Voivodeship - Cities and Towns

Cities and Towns

The voivodeship contains 35 cities and towns. These are listed below in descending order of population (according to official figures for 2006 ):

  1. Opole (128,034)
  2. Kędzierzyn-Koźle (65,572)
  3. Nysa (47,283)
  4. Brzeg (38,303)
  5. Kluczbork (25,910)
  6. Prudnik (23,133)
  7. Strzelce Opolskie (20,059)
  8. Krapkowice (18,112)
  9. Namysłów (16,557)
  10. Głuchołazy (14,887)
  11. Głubczyce (13,333)
  12. Zdzieszowice (13,329)
  1. Olesno (10,106)
  2. Ozimek (9,944)
  3. Grodków (8,771)
  4. Zawadzkie (8,331)
  5. Praszka (8,230)
  6. Paczków (8,147)
  7. Niemodlin (6,849)
  8. Kietrz (6,365)
  9. Wołczyn (6,139)
  10. Gogolin (6,077)
  11. Lewin Brzeski (5,826)
  12. Głogówek (5,816)
  1. Otmuchów (5,261)
  2. Dobrodzień (4,168)
  3. Byczyna (3,677)
  4. Kolonowskie (3,432)
  5. Baborów (3,175)
  6. Leśnica (2,945)
  7. Prószków (2,713)
  8. Biała Prudnicka (2,653)
  9. Gorzów Śląski (2,606)
  10. Korfantów (1,883)
  11. Ujazd (1,652)

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