We really slept late again and our intention was to go to the beach, but by the time we all got ready, it was after 1 and we still hadn't eaten. Sure, you think, just stop by your local KFC and pick up a bucket of chicken and be on your merry little way.. au contraire, mon ami. Not in Eastern Europe. Let me describe the dining experience for you...

The streets glistened on a damp morning, the sky and sea merging in a watercolor blur. It looked like a good chance of rain and after breakfast I headed into the center to have a cup of coffee and see which way the wind was blowing. Finished the Chekhov last night and started in on Tolstoy's Sevastopol Sketches, his impressions of the seige of t...