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"Pass the Cigarette Menu" Lviv, Ukraine; October 4, 2015

A good touring day starts with the cemetery. Lychakivske Cemetery is considered the Pere Lachaise of Eastern Europe. We took the little creaky tram to the cemetery early in the morning to avoid the big groups. I fell in love with the little glass lanterns placed on the graves. I ran across the street to the little florist shop and muddled my way through a purchase. I brought four home with me: green, purple, red and yellow.










We stopped by the House of Legends for some coffee and to check out the crazy house. Our servers were all little people, there was a dragon coming out of the building and a car on the roof. Just another day in Lviv.



















We wandered down to the Opera House, looking for our dinner spot.Dinner at the place under the opera house. But on the way, we discovered a carnival with families out and about enjoying the mild evening.










After circling the Solomiya Krushelnytska Lviv Theatre of Opera and Ballet, we finally found the nondescript door leading down deep under the massive building to our restaurant, Livy Bereh (Left Bank). We wound down through dark walkways with water flowing under our feet, and found ourselves in a cockeyed room with a small bar and small intimate seating. The theme is opera, but the crooked door frames and Nirvana playing on the sound system - not to mention the cigarettes on the menu - gave it more of a hipster feel. 



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