Alors que cette année s'endort lentement, au rythme de courtes journées, somnolant, je laisse l'hiver prendre racine, encore une fois, et se dessine l'esquisse des traits que je souhaiterais près de moi.

These Autumn Lvivs, carress my soul, and in the leaves that soon shall fall, I see the warmth that a fragile heart always calls, this as the cold sets itself around Lviv's old walls...

... still, these branches do sway, now at the other end of the year. And to the cobbled stones where I stray, as well as to us both right here, these Autumn leaves, they bring a call, down from the trees, to our soul. With them we sing, never to leave, our Autumn days, in Autumn Lviv.

Back from this ponderous promenade through the University park, returning on the historical centre's cobbled stones, I happened to walk by a sweet little place, Posta. The place with Lviv's "largest poscard collection". Not only do they have lots of poscards, they also have plenty of postcards, which I happen to be very fond of. All over the walls and the tables, a charming collection gives the place a special mood, up until you receive a special delivery, a letter, containing... the bill.