Lviv woke up.
This city ...
It seems that this city will never get bored, at any time of year, in any weather, in any mood, it constantly amazes, it fascinates and makes you fall in love again and again.
It watered me with the May rain, scorched me with the August heat, wrapped me in October leaves, and swept me away with the December blizzard. But I have never seen him like today.
As the old lion wakes from sleep, it seems to be stretching, yawning, squinting at the first rays of the sun. The morning haze, like the remnants of sleep, slowly rose over its streets, the spiers of cathedrals, over the town hall, higher and higher ...
My favorite coffee shop, wrapped in a warm blanket, I drink my morning coffee. The surrounding houses wink at me with sunny bunnies, as if asking why I haven't come for so long? ?
Lviv woke up.
