Crimea – Crème de la crème


Crimea – Crème de la crème

There are many places in the world that are beautiful from the Alps to the Huangshan mountains, when we think of mystic we think of Guilin, China or Sedona, Arizona. Yet none of them can match the feeling of Shangri la like Crimea can. It’s understandable why the Yalta conference was held here. The peacefulness and serenity of the Livadia Palace had to have charmed both Theodore Roosevelt and Winston Churchill. The results of the conference would set the tone for the next 70 plus years. Maybe it’s time to revisit this wonderful place to see exactly what it was that inspired these men, we must remember what man can’t do nature can. I suspect that re-visiting this wonderland will capture the heart and turn it towards peace again.

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The Lavish Livadia Palace

It would be here, in the white-stone Livadia Palace,  the summer residence of Russian emperors that allied leaders would define the fate of the post-WWII world. This architectural masterpiece lies on Crimea’s southern coast which created the stage for this most important historical moment.

It all began when Polish magnate Lev Potockiy bought the tiny Livadia village near Yalta  in 1834 and built his mansion here. Emperor Alexander II bought the mansion 30 years later and turned it into his summer residence. It was upon the tsar’s orders, what was just a mere house was rebuilt and turned into a real imperial palace.

At the 20th century and being quite neglected, the palace had become very decrepit. Under its new master Emperor Nicholas II, it was ordered to be destroyed and a new palace to be built-in its place. Architect Nikolay Krasnov was given the Yalta project, under his guidance he created a true architectural masterpiece, which was blended harmoniously into the picturesque landscape.

The Livadia Palace was master-crafted in the Italian Neo-Renaissance style; with Byzantine, Eastern and Gothic motifs being added. The rooms were decorated in different architectural traditions that are quite striking. The yard and garden of this Italian estate where full of roses, thus giving the palace its special charm.

Much can be said about Crimea, from it’s beauty, history and much more so I will leave you with a poem by Henry Lawson.

When the Bear Comes Back Again

Oh, the scene is wide an’ dreary an’ the sun is settin’ red,
An’ the grey-black sky of winter’s comin’ closer overhead.
Oh, the sun is settin’ bloody with a blood-line on the snow,
An’ across it to the westward you can see old Bruin go;
    You can see old Shaggy go,
    You can see the brown Bear go,
An’ he’s draggin’ one leg arter, an’ he’s travellin’ pretty slow.
We can send a long shot arter, but he doesn’t seem to know-
There’s a thin red line behind him where it’s dripped across the snow;
He is weary an’ he’s wounded, with his own blood he’s half-blind,
He is licked an’ he’s defeated, an’ he’s left some cubs behind;
    Yes, he’s left some cubs behind;
    Oh, he’s left some cubs behind;
To the tune of sixty thousand he has left some cubs behind.

Oh, they’ve pulled him by the nose-ring and they’ve baited him in pits,
An’ they bluffed him, an’ they bruised him, an’ they mostly gave him fits;
But he hugged ’em badly one time when they tried him in his den-
An’ he’ll make it warm for someone when he comes back East again;
    When the Bear comes back again,
    When he’s lopin’ round again,
There’ll be lively times for Jacko when the Bear comes back again.

Oh, we chased him out of Turkey-I don’t know for what idea,
It took two dogs an’ a lion for to beat him in Crimea;
He’s goin’ home to lick his wounds, he’s goin’ to his den,
But he’ll make it warm for someone when he comes South-East again,
    When the Bear comes back again,
    When old Bruin comes again,
He will make some dead to die on when he comes back from his den.

Keep a sharp look-out behind you, every way you turn, my lad,
It don’t matter who you might be, for you bet the Bear is mad;
Keep a sharp look-out to Nor’ard, to the South an’ West an’ East,
For he mostly always finds you where you most expect him least;
    Where you most expect him leastest,
    Where you most expect him least,
Oh, you’ll catch him grabbin’ for yer where you most expect him least.

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Here at the following link can be found 360 degree panoramic views of Crimea. Enjoy!



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