There is plenty of history, most of it tragic, around Sebastopol and Yalta. The Peninsula was hotly contested in the Crimean War with absurd loss of life on all sides.
These days they’re still squabbling to establish beachheads, but only for sunbathing purposes. It’s hardly what we spoiled Australians would call beach at all; just a strip of pebbles by flat, uninviting water.
But if the beach is unappealing, there is plenty of fun to be had on the promenades. Continue reading
Richard Tulloch's LIFE ON THE ROAD 