Igor Potapov, you do not know where you want to be? Throw away those stupid things out of my head. Where the film of all time? Where is the legendary "Gambrinus", sung by Kuprin and imbued with Sasha, a musician? Yes, Sasha today will not, but his music remained, and sound in a cozy cellar and on the shady streets, the whistle of steamers, and in the Black Sea Pleske waves, in a speech from Odessa and in the views of women. And the Opera House and the Theatre of Musical Comedy, Yes Variety Theater, still not yet in Odessa, but … you still go at night in Arcadia, please visit our clubs, breathe the air of Odessa, and you'll understand! If you want the songs, so they are always there for you in Odessa. In jazz compositions with Odessa Cafe sites and in a whisper in the noise of the surf "Privoz" and in conversations Odessa. Not to mention those who sing well and in Odessa for the entire enlightened world. A feast on the Black Sea mackerel and happiness in the search for Queen's Gambit Cathedral Square, and knock on the beer counter dried calves, solving the old boatswain, will be the same in Odessa, European Championship, or … I say anything about the famous Odessa vinarkah, there are few left, but if you search … More information is housed here: San Antonio Spurs.
Hot sand Odessa beaches, the cool morning sea waves, children's rides around the coast of Odessa, Dolphinarium "Nemo", a water park in Chabanka, Odessa Zoo, Circus and Koblevskoy marquees across the city. Radish, tomato, washed with morning dew and pupyrchaty cucumber from the garden. Grape bunches, strawberries handful, with apricots peaches at a time and armfuls of flowers. You say that now is not quite the summer? I beg you! In Odessa, always summer, even for those who fall in the shower, and winter at the temples, but because deep down inside each of us has a spring mood, which means it's time. It's time to meet in Odessa! In the end, or you do not want to miss the French ambassador's wife in society, your charming companion? That's right – this comes from France here, and you take away with them images of haute couture, whispering, Black Nights, and smells of lavender, lilacs and magnolias. And you still think you are? Merry Miniatures