But before I tell you about that, here are some tourist pictures (since it’s been dawning on me that most of the people who read this blog don’t really live in Kiev, and haven’t even been there): I took the funicular up from Podol, and took a look at the bell tower of the SofievskiyContinue reading “While faffing about autumnal Kiev, I met a new love”
If you asked me, I couldn’t really tell you why this picture makes me smile, but it does. Maybe it has to do with the idea that even something that’s been burned and trashed has a certain dark appeal.
Pictures here. Thank you, LJ user ked-pled. This is Kiev the way I see it: brittle around the edges, burdened by its history, a little sleepy, shadowy around the eyes, and shaped like love is shaped – with blunt lines and soft rays of light. On evenings like this, you can smell your neighbours’ badContinue reading “Kyiv At Dusk”