Прогулянка по Львову з ароматом кави

“Once upon a time a Paris train and a Moscow train stopped at a railway station in a large and ancient town in the centre of Europe. Two travelers were enjoying the view of the town they were passing by. “I am in the East at last”, - the French traveler thought. “Here I am, in the West”, - the Russian traveler exclaimed. This old tale is about Lviv, the city where the ardors of the mysterious East and the sounds of the romantic West intertwine with the expressiveness of the South and tranquility of the North.”