empty chairs at empty tables

Monday, May 5, 2008

I've been really impressed with the many beautiful parks all over Kiev. There are secluded spots all around the city where people sit in the grass under a tree with colorful tulips all around and share a liter of vodka and a bag of flavored croutons. In one of these wooded parks is Kruschev's old and abandoned summer home and one of the most popular places for young couples to push babies around in strollers.



Posted by milkwood at 12:59 AM

1 comments:

MackAck said...

Ha ha ha ha - a liter of vodka...yeah. Sounds about right.

May 5, 2008 at 4:44 PM  

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