The train station looked like this, and had a non-matching typeface of a non-matching color below the clock.
The train station looked like this, and had a non-matching typeface of a non-matching color below the clock.
The «kierche»'s front and back.
The house of sculptor Holovan. This place was being advertised on all official tourist materials and signs.
Morning light was flooding the side streets.
The river of Lutsk was called Styr. It looked a not interesting one from the first glance, but the water was clear and nice.
People were fishing, swimming,
and rowing.
One of the bridges was a good vantage point for observing the water vegetation.
Old news but there was a restored castle in Lutsk.
The funniest graffiti in the world was found while circling around the castle.
The list of things that existed inside the castle: windows,
pigeon hatchlings (best thing in the castle),
the gallery along the castle wall,
and a tonal percussion instrument made of metal.
We left the castle to see the downtown. A random old house.
Two more of them.
The center of the city.
The «I♥Lutsk» photospot was present.
Backyard in the city center.
We wanted to visit the museum of Lesya Ukrainka in the university. This was harder than it seemed. We had to manifest out intent at the student checkpoint. We listened to the directions. We had to go the second floor. We had to walk the full length of the second floor corridor. Then we had to get back to the first floor. Then we had to walk the whole length of the first floor corridor in the opposite direction. We were expected to find a door there. It would have seemed not related to the museum, as well as closed. We sould have entered it to find a dark section of the corridor, with weak sunlight shining through a portrait of Lesya made of stained glass. This would have meant that we reached our destination. The museum itself would have been just a dull room full of ISO chairs and a soviet-looking exposition of photos, signatures and books.
The museum staff was enthusiastic and nice. It was unexpectedly easy to exit the museum. It had its own, separate door to the outside world! Were we trolled or what?
The city had hanged sonic advertisement on some public transport stops. If god exists, god should judge those responsible for this abomination.
Board the trolleybus number 4, travel to the other side of Styr river, exit on the «Shool nr. 2» bus stop, walk a bit using your GPS navigator, and you will reach a viewpoint overlooking the old city across the river valley. Locals will be walking their dogs on these meadows, while you will be taking your photos of this view.