Perhaps my most touristy of posts
I did it! I got a picture of the unicorn.
J/K it's a fuckin Pegasus:

Seriously, I do think this is animal cruelty, but that said, here is part of the Odessa Pegasus Fleet:

Anyway, we went swimming in the Black Sea today. Going to the beach here means one of two things: You pay someone money to go to a contained pool, wherein there are captive, no doubt abused dolphins, and sit under a giant umbrella, or you can just do what normal people do and climb down (or jump, if you're brave) off a cement pier into the sea itself. Obviously we opted for the latter and it was great and I got seaweed in weird places.

These are the two too-cute-for-words restaurants we ended up at today, in case you are worried that I am starving to death.

Mainly, though, we wandered around and were bougie tourists and went shopping. Enamoured as I am of the local fashions, I bought things that hopefully look cute on me (it's hard to tell outside of my usual range of A-line dresses, but I'm assured they're cute) and were, at any rate, inexpensive. Almost bought something hella expensive by a local designer, except that it was a dress that could only be worn with high heels, and realistically, that's never going to be a thing for me, and 5'2 women cannot wear floor-length dresses without heels. There's a limit to how impractical I get, even though I looked like an occult priestess in it.
Tomorrow's plan is the opera house (which I can't believe I haven't taken a good photo of yet, but it would be sacrilegious to take a bad one of it) and hopefully more swimming if the ridonkulous heat keeps up.
J/K it's a fuckin Pegasus:

Seriously, I do think this is animal cruelty, but that said, here is part of the Odessa Pegasus Fleet:

Anyway, we went swimming in the Black Sea today. Going to the beach here means one of two things: You pay someone money to go to a contained pool, wherein there are captive, no doubt abused dolphins, and sit under a giant umbrella, or you can just do what normal people do and climb down (or jump, if you're brave) off a cement pier into the sea itself. Obviously we opted for the latter and it was great and I got seaweed in weird places.

These are the two too-cute-for-words restaurants we ended up at today, in case you are worried that I am starving to death.


Mainly, though, we wandered around and were bougie tourists and went shopping. Enamoured as I am of the local fashions, I bought things that hopefully look cute on me (it's hard to tell outside of my usual range of A-line dresses, but I'm assured they're cute) and were, at any rate, inexpensive. Almost bought something hella expensive by a local designer, except that it was a dress that could only be worn with high heels, and realistically, that's never going to be a thing for me, and 5'2 women cannot wear floor-length dresses without heels. There's a limit to how impractical I get, even though I looked like an occult priestess in it.
Tomorrow's plan is the opera house (which I can't believe I haven't taken a good photo of yet, but it would be sacrilegious to take a bad one of it) and hopefully more swimming if the ridonkulous heat keeps up.
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Some beaches in Italy are like that (minus the dolphins) and I've never been able to get the hang of this concept. Like, PAYING to go to the beach or jumping off a pier for free? What unholy horrors capitalism has brought upon us.
There's a limit to how impractical I get, even though I looked like an occult priestess in it.
BUY IT, HEELS BE DAMNED.
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I don't understand why someone would pay to swim in chlorine instead of jumping off a pier for free.
Honestly, the overlap between places I go where a fancy dress would be appropriate and places that involve no walking are zero. Like, I wouldn't be able to walk down the stairs in my house in it. It's clearly meant for a person at least six inches taller.
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I'm 5'2" and wear long dresses without heels. Because heels hurt and dresses don't.
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