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... going through gardens to the Bronze Horseman Statue, along the Neva River, crossing bridges to the Peter and Paul Fortress before crossing back to meet some of our group at the Church of Spilled Blood. We took a break in an area on Hare Island, after walking along an artificial beach, then seeing the giant hare the island is presumably named for. It was a beautiful walk that took us away from the bustle of the downtown and an opportunity ...
One important mission of travelling was postcards. Two amazing things were associated with postcards in SPB. One was that I got lost in finding the post office and luck fell on me by meeting a nice lady who spoke perfect English. When I asked about the direction, she looked at her watch and said she still got time before being hurried. She walked super fast but with a lot of patience showing me the way. I couldn't help thanking her ...
... down to the sea to the Gulf of Finland … this is the only Palace which is built on a sea front. We then went down to the Colonnades for a view back up towards the Palace and the main water features.
The gardens were lush and green and filled with tall red tulips and small blue flowers and their feet … so pretty. We walked through the woodlands area … and admired various aspects and views along the way not to mention ...
... painting a crown, they make a crown of gold and imbed emeralds, rubies, and sapphires into them.
After the church we went to the Peter and Paul Fortress, which was the first building built in St. Petersburg. The stones used to build this fortress came from all over the world, as St. Petersburg is a very swampy area. The fortress was designed to protect the city from Sweden (which in my mind is rather amusing. Big scary Russia ...
... made the short walk from the hotel to the metro in search of, strangely an Irish pub. We were also joined by he who shall be known henceforth as the dumb tourist on this trip and it was a bad thing for both him and us. For him, it was bad because he had his camera stolen. In a stage managed sting of course, no sooner had he stepped onto the train at our transfer station, when an apparent melee broke out around him between ...