Sunday Snowday Intermission

In November, Kyiv often looks like it does today: For whatever reason snow usually goes away in December, but until then even old buildings look spruced up in white. Enjoying the cold is more fun when there’s someone warm (and proferring a mug of hot chocolate) to come back to at home, but I’ve beenContinue reading “Sunday Snowday Intermission”

Out and about in the city

Pinchuk, unlike some of our other gazillionaires, is putting more money into art (as opposed to, say, a gold-plated jacuzzi for an underage mistress). I loathe the self-important expat jackasses than hang out at O’Brien’s pub – but recent trips there have been free of the “do you speak English, luv” crowd, and anyway, theContinue reading “Out and about in the city”