Sozopol memories purge tablespace (3) | Blog Pavlina D.
If my expensive thing in Sozopol, these are evenings and nights. No matter where - in the Casino, in restaurants, in one of the two pubs called "eyes" because they are at the bow of the bay, in a small garden or on the beach.
I remember as a small casino - Dad and his friends say, and I stand in front of the orchestra and listen to the singer, who sang for blue canaries and Marina. I remember it as already grown - never places to jog a dozen people at a table for six, but we had friends waiters who always found where to accommodate us. Then he gave us his notebook, each ordering, transfer your contract notes, and finally purge tablespace left the money - sometimes right into your wallet ... I do not even believe it happened. This continued until once we decided not to make the greatest possible mass. It was the end of the season and the back of the casino is not working officially. It was there every newcomer friend and his company brought him to the table and put it to others. Ranked winding chain of at least 20 tables - and you all know for years. May to ishtyahat us went to sit together. The next night, everyone was on a separate table.
In the 70s in the Gulf port of Sal arrived notorious bar. He had his own engine and quiet time moved together with hired him vacationers to the neighboring port. Raft bar was our salvation when the pubs closed. Playing purge tablespace quiet decadent music, drinking is Campari, whiskey and inexplicably - champagne. The bar had no railing, and some stools, which would tie ropes. So one night of such a "stool" with all his six-foot length fell quite drawn Petko. Well, that bar was in the shallow bay with boats docked, we shouted, and the mud showed white suit and smiling face. He held the cup in his hand - "do not spilled!".
Another place after midnight were "eyes". I liked it more in the old town - a few tables, folding chairs and "Pamid" bottles. For appetizer baked mackerel with vinegar, garlic and dill. I remember one night, I had just come from greed sun was pretty poizgoryala. I sat on my jacket, because his legs hurt, listening to the waves, watching the lighthouse and it was nice, nice ... I did not believe it could still! But he - came warm rain, large drops its cooling overheating my thighs and arms. How nice to just over 20!
The following year, "The Eye" no longer existed - in his place Chief Architect build house (not good) and we moved to Harman. There kapancheto was on the headland to the bunker and worked until later, because the noise did not hurt anyone. But there was one problem. To reach it, we had to pass through the territory of the former camp TPK "Hygiene" and septic tanks were not properly closed. Only one summer they fell two women, one in front of me - well, that the pit was not very deep. Of "Boruna" gathered local guys and we nekurortistite. purge tablespace Sometimes there were lazy crush, light quarrel, but to friction rarely purge tablespace enough.
In the 70 years of "Kavatsite" already had bungalows, restaurant and most importantly - bar! And in Sozopol came and carriages. This tempted us to combine the two pleasures. Of carriage climbed ladies and guys were taking a shortcut on foot - sometimes reached before us as the horses pulling hard uphill. And one night, when we decided to go back earlier ie about two hours, we took a cab there and back. We were less people, the driver was fun, would not loads more horses and went the roundabout way through the nose. Wow, what a miracle! Warm summer night, bright stars, the sound of waves and horse clatter on the asphalt - a man wanted that pleasure never ends.
A night always ended with a walk to the center. Here are the last surviving remnants of noisy companies - already quieter, more tired and more romantic. Sitting on the warm to curb urban garden, always be found somewhere guitar and Little Bandarak or Bob Minchev takes it ... And for us rock and roll was young.
In the early 80s Sozopol became too trendy and noisy for my taste and my friends and I we headed south - tents of Alepu Garden, then Barbara and then he gave up the Black Sea. Many years more was about to go back to the old places, but not gathered forces. I want to keep the memory of my beloved city without dummy walls without Mafia Baroque and multistory purge tablespace hotels without kitsch and pop-folk in all its manifestations. Now other people accumulate memories there.
Because "there is a time for everything and a time to every purpose under the heaven ... a time to embrace and a time to move away from embracing. Acquisition time and a time to lose ... Time for silent and a time to speak ... made everything beautiful in its time ... "
Note: In the office of Sozopol, except I used and their images found on the Internet. And this great panoramic photo o
If my expensive thing in Sozopol, these are evenings and nights. No matter where - in the Casino, in restaurants, in one of the two pubs called "eyes" because they are at the bow of the bay, in a small garden or on the beach.
I remember as a small casino - Dad and his friends say, and I stand in front of the orchestra and listen to the singer, who sang for blue canaries and Marina. I remember it as already grown - never places to jog a dozen people at a table for six, but we had friends waiters who always found where to accommodate us. Then he gave us his notebook, each ordering, transfer your contract notes, and finally purge tablespace left the money - sometimes right into your wallet ... I do not even believe it happened. This continued until once we decided not to make the greatest possible mass. It was the end of the season and the back of the casino is not working officially. It was there every newcomer friend and his company brought him to the table and put it to others. Ranked winding chain of at least 20 tables - and you all know for years. May to ishtyahat us went to sit together. The next night, everyone was on a separate table.
In the 70s in the Gulf port of Sal arrived notorious bar. He had his own engine and quiet time moved together with hired him vacationers to the neighboring port. Raft bar was our salvation when the pubs closed. Playing purge tablespace quiet decadent music, drinking is Campari, whiskey and inexplicably - champagne. The bar had no railing, and some stools, which would tie ropes. So one night of such a "stool" with all his six-foot length fell quite drawn Petko. Well, that bar was in the shallow bay with boats docked, we shouted, and the mud showed white suit and smiling face. He held the cup in his hand - "do not spilled!".
Another place after midnight were "eyes". I liked it more in the old town - a few tables, folding chairs and "Pamid" bottles. For appetizer baked mackerel with vinegar, garlic and dill. I remember one night, I had just come from greed sun was pretty poizgoryala. I sat on my jacket, because his legs hurt, listening to the waves, watching the lighthouse and it was nice, nice ... I did not believe it could still! But he - came warm rain, large drops its cooling overheating my thighs and arms. How nice to just over 20!
The following year, "The Eye" no longer existed - in his place Chief Architect build house (not good) and we moved to Harman. There kapancheto was on the headland to the bunker and worked until later, because the noise did not hurt anyone. But there was one problem. To reach it, we had to pass through the territory of the former camp TPK "Hygiene" and septic tanks were not properly closed. Only one summer they fell two women, one in front of me - well, that the pit was not very deep. Of "Boruna" gathered local guys and we nekurortistite. purge tablespace Sometimes there were lazy crush, light quarrel, but to friction rarely purge tablespace enough.
In the 70 years of "Kavatsite" already had bungalows, restaurant and most importantly - bar! And in Sozopol came and carriages. This tempted us to combine the two pleasures. Of carriage climbed ladies and guys were taking a shortcut on foot - sometimes reached before us as the horses pulling hard uphill. And one night, when we decided to go back earlier ie about two hours, we took a cab there and back. We were less people, the driver was fun, would not loads more horses and went the roundabout way through the nose. Wow, what a miracle! Warm summer night, bright stars, the sound of waves and horse clatter on the asphalt - a man wanted that pleasure never ends.
A night always ended with a walk to the center. Here are the last surviving remnants of noisy companies - already quieter, more tired and more romantic. Sitting on the warm to curb urban garden, always be found somewhere guitar and Little Bandarak or Bob Minchev takes it ... And for us rock and roll was young.
In the early 80s Sozopol became too trendy and noisy for my taste and my friends and I we headed south - tents of Alepu Garden, then Barbara and then he gave up the Black Sea. Many years more was about to go back to the old places, but not gathered forces. I want to keep the memory of my beloved city without dummy walls without Mafia Baroque and multistory purge tablespace hotels without kitsch and pop-folk in all its manifestations. Now other people accumulate memories there.
Because "there is a time for everything and a time to every purpose under the heaven ... a time to embrace and a time to move away from embracing. Acquisition time and a time to lose ... Time for silent and a time to speak ... made everything beautiful in its time ... "
Note: In the office of Sozopol, except I used and their images found on the Internet. And this great panoramic photo o
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