Central Shevchenko Park is one of those post-Soviet parks where you can sit for hours watching families boarding the kiddy train, listening to some remarkably talented buskers, and pondering the shortness of some skirts and height of most heels. Not sure what the national poet might have made of all that flesh on show – from the expression on the face of the Taras Shevchenko statue it doesn't look as though he approves.
