A day at the Drunken Market

Our kitchen on a bright and sunny afternoon.
(Note non-functioning microwave oven, soon to be discarded. Who needs a microwave anyway? You'd be surprised what you don't really need when you don't have it. We're going to buy a toaster instead)

Diapers drying on the clothesline on the balcony.

Our friend, Alla, came over for a cup of tea.

Can you find a Solomiya?

On the way to check out the bazaar.
Shout out to Richard & Anya Vandiver, for leaving their "kalyaska" behind, and to Oksana Stoyanova (Anya's sister), for loaning it to us until their new baby arrives!

Is there a Solomiya in there?

Yes, there she is.

Used furniture and shoe area of the bazaar. This is by far the most wide-open area. Everywhere else is a very tight squeeze with the stroller.

The beginning part of our local bazaar, known locally as "п'яний базар" or the "Drunken Market". No, it isn't full of drunks or bars, but - according to our friends here - the market acquired its name in the wild early days of Ukrainian independence* as a place where after-hours sales of black market vodka and cigarettes took place. The presence of both run of the mill Ladas and an ominous-looking black Mercedes tells you that this is a place where everyone goes to shop.
*the early 1990s