Barrels of pickles, pyramids of fruit, chebureki and lollipops in the shape of roosters, musicians and ice cream vendors – the bazaar in Kefe in olden times was not just a place of trade, but a vibrant, colorful spectacle that some people came to simply admire. This is how A.V. Yermolinsky describes it in his memoirs «Notes of an Old Theodosian.»
