As a little taster, in preparation for a full-blown porcine assault, here are a few pictures of the things lighter.
On the way to Ukraine – my first, original, pre-salo love.
Tomatoes.
Whilst in Berlin (on which read more here), we rented a wonderful little flat – in the old house built around the turn of the last century. There was a shady courtyard, surrounded by tall, melancholic buildings.
It rained, properly, with intention, for a good day or two, and so we sat by the opened windows, smoking, drinking warm-ish vodka, plotting how to spend the dark, promising nights…
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- The prickly tomatoes and arses of tomatoes.
I had constant cravings for heavy, mayonnaise-laden potato salads. Together with dark bread, pickles and vodka they were our late night zakuskas, into the early hours.
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- Krakow market in the Jewish quarter. The glory of tomatoes.
Things were becoming fuller and tastier the more East I was travelling…Next would be Lviv, the shabby Astro-Hungarian beauty of the Western Ukraine.
