We're in Kyiv, since Saturday; I've been having very sporadic internet access (courtesy of the Ukrtelekom assholes) and I'm currently on dialup (but hope things will get better on Thursday).
Kyiv is very nice now, but it won't be real spring until the girls start walking around half-naked.
Unlike in Moscow, they wash their fancy cars here. Amazing contrast.
Balzaka, with the emphasis on the last syllable - instead of Balzaka - is how a taxi dispatcher called Balzac Street during our ride from the train station.