Arcadya, the beach of Odessa
I arrived in late September and the classic image of Arcadia, is lightly obscure, many shops are already closed, others are preparing for winter.
The aspect is equally comfortable, the long road that goes to the sea is again crowded, few youths, in a great part mothers with children and grandparents with grandchildren, some fishermen and many intellectuals.
I noted many people who stop for ten minutes with a fixed stare to the sea, almost expecting someone or something and instead is only the calm interior that it offers. This is a show of dreams, colours and perfumes.
The long road that goes to the beach surrounded by locals, shops and discos.
The beach, now 20 September, almost deserted. In summer is filled weekly with youths and boys and their lovers.
The sea preserves its glamour, on the contrary, in the prelude of winter, relishes in intense colours and the almost furious lapping of waves.
The local road by night, in the morning one can only render the idea, that the night is explosive.
Arkadia is certainly a nice place, rich with life and lovely meeting area, but allow me to express my preference for Yalta.