If I live to be a million, I will never tire of looking at the Lviv opera house. I still haven't seen anything there. I almost saw La Traviata, but I was certain that I was going to fall asleep during it owing to my horrendous jetlag problems.
Another nice, super-old church.
A completely different nice, super-old church.
The really fantastic thing about Lviv is that there are faces in the architecture everywhere. If you're a paranoid personality type, it might freak you out. But I'm not. I just think it's cool.
More faces. Hats off to the filthy Communists for not replacing these pre-revolutionary guys with busts of the Ukrainian Politburo when this area was annexed by the Soviets in 1949. Of course, that was probably the only positive thing they did in the area.
This photo doesn't capture the complete swishiness of this statue, but take my word for it, this guy is totally signalıng the fleet.
Here's the Circus. It's where Volodya, owner of Tom, works. Volodya was having some very major back problems and wasn't necessarily glad to see me. Even though the building looks semi-abandoned, a new show starts there tomorrow, the 22nd. You should go!
And finally, here's the grand old George. I didn't stay there this time around. Oh well. I think I'm kind of partial to the apartment idea now. It's cheaper and it also means that I might be able to stay in Lviv for longer stretches.
And that's it for Lviv.
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