Tuesday, October 06, 2009
The days of wine ... and carnations
A tradition in Ukraine is that a guy brings a single flower to the girl when he meets her for their first date.
Imagine the story behind this scene I found one morning on a low wall in Kyiv, while we were walking up to the Saint Sophia cathedral from the little apartment we'd rented for a couple nights while we saw the sights.
A wonderful first date? A failure? A memorable evening? A first-and-last date? The start of something wonderful and lasting? A cigarette (or two) was obviously involved.
[19Sep2009]
posted by Sal Towse at 2:37 PM|
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Imagine the story behind this scene I found one morning on a low wall in Kyiv, while we were walking up to the Saint Sophia cathedral from the little apartment we'd rented for a couple nights while we saw the sights.
A wonderful first date? A failure? A memorable evening? A first-and-last date? The start of something wonderful and lasting? A cigarette (or two) was obviously involved.
[19Sep2009]
Labels: Kiev, Kyiv, photographs, travel
posted by Sal Towse at 2:37 PM|
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: views from the Hill
Bertold Brecht:
Everything changes. You can make
A fresh start with your final breath.
But what has happened has happened. And the water
You once poured into the wine cannot be
Drained off again.
Everything changes. You can make
A fresh start with your final breath.
But what has happened has happened. And the water
You once poured into the wine cannot be
Drained off again.
