There's a whole canyon in the city. The Teteriv river flows in it, some tributaries also have canyons, and I stumbled upon this creepy dam.
This was the attempt to improve my spoiled first impression about this city. I've been to Zhytomyr once a long time ago. I was not alone, ant my company were choosing the route. We did not even walk much. Took a loop around a residential district in a trolleybus.
Only later, when online maps appeared, I found out that Zhytomyr was not a flat residential microdistrict of dull brick buildings. My guides did not have the goal to show the best parts of the city, or it was me who did not ask.
There's a whole canyon in the city. The Teteriv river flows in it, some tributaries also have canyons, and I stumbled upon this creepy dam.
The gulls loved that dam.
It was 21 metres high, as the internet answered to my question. I also liked it, like the gulls did, but it looked a little bit scary to stand at its bottom.
The fishermen were not scared.
The so called «four brothers» rock formation and the mirror of the reservoir created by the dam.
For a reason unknown to me, it was smelly here, with strange and unpleasant pieces of matter not unlike those that can occur near stations of aeration. But, there weren't any such stations nearby — maps proving that.
The center of the city was dull incomparison to the canyon.
Nice, but slow old trolleybuses.
A mural.
This building had some elaborate forms, not your usual rectangular block.
An arrow pointing to a coffee kiosk. Why only one arrow? We all know that coffee kiosks are everywhere in sizeable towns if Ukraine.
People were buying kvas and the simplified mojito from an almost cylindrical kiosk.
An old cannon stood near one of museums.
There was only one tram route in the city. It had a narrow-gauge track.
One end stop of the route was flooded by the sunlight in the city center..
I infiltrated that tram to see where it gets me. I saw tram track renovation works.
A nice grassy section of the tram route.
The tram went past a shopping mall.
It also went past the Zhytniy market, which had these little towers on its corners.
The other end stop — «Lyonocombinat» — was hiding in the shadows near an industrial enterprise supposed to be doing something with flax.
Marshrutka bus stops were not having their names written on signs, while the tram ones were boasting both names and schedule info.
Zhytomyr butter factory had no feeling of when it is already enough of its logotypes.
It can never be enough logos.
The railway station exterior.
The same railway station's interior.
A couple of local brands for greater immersion into the atmosphere of Zhytomyr.