A quiet place. There is a playground, a sports ground, twice a day, non-profit companies, distribute food to those in need.
Safely. Literally everything is within walking distance.
I put 2 stars only for our sea. And so it is the middle of July, summer is at its zenith. The sidewalks in the park are broken. There are puddles all over the territory, turning into impassable swamps. It is necessary to go around for many tens of meters.
And the apogee of our holiday was a children's trampoline. Slightly inflated, the boy got tangled in the laberint and hung upside down. Naturally, no one is watching the children. I had to run and look for someone to help while the boy's mother held his head.
At this time, as I understood it, the owner of this attraction was sitting in a warm company and drinking hot drinks. At the same time, obscene language was carried far around the neighborhood. I came up and made a remark, to which the owner, naturally a foreign person, began to prove that it was okay that the booze was a couple of meters from the children's trampoline. And their mats didn't bother anyone but me all day. And then a swell appeared. I'm really allergic to drunks. Don't go there anymore. And I don't recommend it to everyone. Dirt and sad remnants of former prosperity.