I always wanted to visit this city, and — finally — my first time happened. There were two of us, and we headed to the sea right from the train. Had to use tram nr. 5, if I remember it right. The «Otrada» beach:
I always wanted to visit this city, and — finally — my first time happened. There were two of us, and we headed to the sea right from the train. Had to use tram nr. 5, if I remember it right. The «Otrada» beach:
The sandy beaches of Odesa were protected by an underwater wall made of concrete. The upper edge of the wall was around 30 centimeters under the sea surface. When looking at it from the shore, it seemed a dark strip at some distance, with people somehow standing on water.
Odesa is a big seaport. There were ships visible on the horizon.
The old part of the city had many old buildings.
One of gates of the ship repairing plant.
The popular arched passage to the Mystetstv boulevard.
A monument to engineer François Sainte de Wollant.
A tower at the seaport.
International phone call booth for the seamen.
A closer look at the offerings and promises, simply printed on A4 sheets of paper.
The Odessa Literary Museum had an orange-to-purple gradient on it in the evening.
People have built a shopping mall, called it «New Pryvoz», celebrated it with silly balloon lettering and made a typo. Never skip the proofreading step!
I went to see what was all the fuss about the Pryvoz market, but did not go inside because lost interest right at it. A market is a market, definitely not the best phenomenon on Earth.
An old soviet park was nearby. It was renamed from Lenin's patronymic into a religious Preobrazhensky. People were still not used to it — I overheard a woman talking on the phone, and she said that she was near the Ilyicha park, while standing exactly at the printed title «Preobrazhensky».
Heat, dust and trading — I felt myself a little bit inside a story about Nasreddin Hodja.
An interesting pole for the wires on a street. I saw similar in Crimea.
A potable water resembling a pissoir.
Something was under construction or maintenance on Derybasivska street. The toy graffiti translated: «Don't read this!».
This was the monument to a queen from the past, which, I hope, won't return.
I went to the Potyomkin stairs to find out that there was a funicular parallel to it. And it was free of charge. An irritated foreign tourist asked me (a random person) in English: «is it free of charge?» — he obviously did not believe that at last someone did not want money from him in Odesa. I understood his pain very well. «Yes, man. You can get some rest from paying, or even ride this funicular back and forth because everything is not free of charge outside this vertical tram.»
I took the funicular down, and climbed the stairs up, because I wanted to experience both things.
I liked the passenger sea terminal a lot. It was such a transport node. Railroad, cars, trolleybuses, a funicular and boats — all that was here in one spot. Only the aviation was missing. All of that was on a big rectangular pier with the high hotel building.
A tiny dash in this reflection is me.
Made my way to the Mystetstv boulevard, which is translated «a boulevard of arts». Though not having much arts, it was a nice place on the edge of flatland. There was a pedestrian bridge called «mother-in-law bridge» where lovers left their locks. That bridge had very high handrails — up to my chin. A lot of abandoned and dirty stairs were descending to the port from the tender boulevard.
The boulevard was not lengthy and ended pretty soon. I continued to other streets, one of which had a lot of architecture. The institute of anatomy:
Hospital for infectious diseases.
This little park in the end of Derybasivska was called the city garden (Misky sad).
Evening on Derybasivska.
This crazy poster attempting to persuade injection drug users to quit in favor of beer and salted fish has been around for several years. My attempt to translate it is after the colon: «Ye have beer. Ye have feesh. But you're shooting up?»
Back side of a big board was like a robot face.
I liked Odesa.