The Black Sea Pearl
I have not felt so much at home for a long time
as I did when I "raised the hill"
and stood in Odessa for the first time. It looked
just like an American city; fine, broad streets,
and straight as well; low houses (two or three
stories), wide, neat, and free from any quaintness
of architectural ornamentation; locust trees
bordering the sidewalks (they call them acacias);
a stirring business-look among the streets and
stores; fast walkers, a familiar new look about
the houses and everything. Look up the street
or down the street, this way or that way, we
saw only America. There was not one thing to
remind us that we were in Russia [sic]*. We
walked for some little distance, reveling in
this home vision, and then we came upon a church
and a hack-driver, and presto: the illusion
-- from Mark Twain's Innocents Abroad
*Ukraine was part of the Russian
Empire at the time this was written.
From left: Meelis, me & my brother
Hillar- all our gang on three weeks Odessa trip
Estonian boys and Ukrainian roses.
Our blond boys became a real "trademark"
among a local girls and some neighbours
came to say hello just to see these Scandinavian blonds
with own eyes. :-))
On the beach of Black Sea
Railroad Station, first place where we arrived
Orthodox monastery near the railroad station.
Under Soviet rule it was used as as a planetarium,
but is now being restored.
in the city centre
Maritime Stairs, known popularly as the Potemkin Steps
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