Above: Mary attempts to communicate with the locals.
Below: what happens behind closed doors as a revolution unfolds on the streets. (As I write it actually seems to be petering out.)
Our accommodation in Lviv, the superbly located Old City Hostel, was also right where the protestors gather. We booked a room, and got an apartment because nobody else was staying on our level. The action outside, more like noise, and very much like a getai when it happens, intensifies after dark, although the 10 PM restriction obviously doesn't apply here. So when we were done for the day at about five, we retreated to the hostel for a breather before dinner. And as chant succeeded stirring chant outside, Mary decided to raise her own revolution. Hair-raising, to say the least.
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