It’s a nice little café, with a sign that says “I love Kyiv” at the entrance, and primitivist flowers painted across rough “cottage” walls. The morning is quietly sunny, and I’m waiting for a meeting I had been looking…
It’s a nice little café, with a sign that says “I love Kyiv” at the entrance, and primitivist flowers painted across rough “cottage” walls. The morning is quietly sunny, and I’m waiting for a meeting I had been looking…