There’s not much to write about today. For some reason, my temperature went back up to 37.5. We stayed at home all day. Volchiy went out to get me ginger and lemons. We drank tea, worked, and planned the rest of the trip.
In the evening, we went to eat at a local café “chain” — “4 Soups.” It’s hard to even call it a café. It’s more like a cart with vats of boiling broth, hanging meat, and noodles laid out, with tables usually set up right outside on the street.
These cafés always have the same sign, they’re quite common, and they sell different kinds of soups. In this place, opposite our hotel, there was even a whole room with tables and tablecloths — all very civilized.