Ahhh... Lviv, the city of sleeping lions, the Florence of the East... "there is a coffee shop, cafe or cathedral on every corner," as the locals like to brag.
Surely. But it's sceptic facilities are just as memorable; there are some of the most remarkably nasty shitters in the Western world here.
My mental map is equally defined by traumatic encounters with raw sewage as it is with baroque architecture and turkish roast beans.
Location: 83 Horodotska Street @ Circus Arena (click for full effect)
READ: The lyricism of shit ingestion
LOOK: From Toilet Babe, post-Soviet identity project by fucoid