Lviv, Ukraine – a secret hidden in plain sight from the West. It’s modern, charming, clean, bright, busy. A few weeks prior, I wasn’t even aware of it’s existence, and now there I was, walking the streets.
Ate, drank, wandered, lived. Every cafe, it seemed, had a theme. There was music echoing through the streets. The lemonade was sweet, the chocolate sweeter.
The character of the city, undeniable. It’s a place to which one connects, intimately, quickly. Crisscrossed-colored streets, a mismatched melody of architecture across the ages. Detail, detail, detail.
A living painting; walk-in/through/around art.