Day One, off the ship in our first port |
No joke: Russians love their vodka. By contrast, the Irish love their potatoes but don't seem to drink them in nearly the same quantity. |
We met a young couple in the park and took a lot of pictures with them, and vice-versa |
Vivi loved the flowers |
The mummy in the Hermitage: so scary we had to see it twice |
Ollie gets inspired by day... |
...and by knights |
The frame is actually more impressive than the original painting, which has become so diluted as to be practically invisible |
Lucky children in the harbor |
You can get two types of car in Russia: the family wagon... |
...or the regular version |
The cradle rocks above the abyss, |
and common sense tells us |
that existence is but a brief crack of light |
between two eternities of darkness. |
Matthew Silva in front of Nabokov's father's office stove |
Myself in front of one of many Dostoevsky markers |
One of Dostoevsky's many residences in St. Petersburg |
Dostoevsky's hat! |
Dostoevsky's study |
Momler and Adler on the bridge |
Family on the bridge with MV Explorer in far background |
Family in front of the Peter the Great statue |
Mosaic tiles |
are |
the original |
pixels. |
Church of the Spilt Blood |
Oliver rides his first Segway |
And so does Momler |
Kids in front of the Hermitage plaza |
Russian donuts |
That's not photoshop: actually the number of plates full of donuts that we ate on our last morning |
Happy family, minus Constance |
Small, off the beaten track, but well worth visiting, especially since Russia lost 27 million in WW2 and won the war against Germany far more than the Americans and Brits did. |
This museum is still being added to on a regular basis, as new architecture unearths old burial and refuse grounds full of war paraphernalia. |
Tallest to smallest on the river's edge |
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