We left Sebastopol at three in the afternoon in the "Olga," and
landed at Odessa in the morning at ten. Throughout the first week
after our arrival, we never caught a single glimpse of the sun.
Odessa, like Sebastopol, like Kertch, like Astrakhan, and other
places lying on the edge of the Russian Steppe, seems habitually,
under the influence of the wind in peculiar quarters, to be haunted
by fogs that set in at sunrise and only sometimes clear off after
sunset. During this gloomy state of the atmosphere the night is
usually warmer than the day.
[Illustration: PLACE TUREMNAJA ODESSA.]
Odessa has a magnificent position, for it lies high on ravines,
which give it a wide command over its large harbour, lately improved,
as well as on the open sea and coast, the striking feature of the
place being its _boulevard_, a terrace or platform about 500 yards in
length, laid out and planted as a promenade, looking out seawards and
accessible by a flight of stairs of 150 steps from the landing-place.
Odessa is not an old town, but it looks brand-new, for there has
been of late a great deal of building, and the crumbling nature
of the stone keeps the mason and white-washer perpetually at work.
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