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... history we found this fascinating.
After leaving the palace we met up with the rest of the group and had another large lunch (lucky we are doing lots of walking!) before heading to the Winter Palace which is now the Hermitage Museum, containing one of the world's largest and greatest art collections. As well as an amazing interior as with all the royal palaces, it has an amazing collection of art works, including da Vinci, Rembrandt ...
With a bit of intrepidation we made the Lenin train station with all our luggage & with a bit of help located our section of the overnight train for the journey to St Petersburg. Each compartment has four small beds which we shared with two Russians one of who could speak a bit of English. Their girl friends had been segregated to the women's section. I tried ...
... trying to get heads and tails of the cyrillic captions at the train museum, learning a few useful Russian phrases from an American living in Petrograd for the last year, having had not one complimentary vodka and realising the striking difference between beef and sausage Stroganoff, I found myself in Moskovayska station, ready to embark on the first leg of my Trans-Siberian andventure. Or, you know, terrified that I wouldn't, due to some terrible ticket ...
The Hermitage is made up of a few palaces, the best part being the Winter Palace, built by Catharine the Great. My descriptions and photos just won't do it justice. I suggest that you just go visit it instead :)
The building itself
The peacock clock
The art - could name drop anyone famous and they will ...
... br> Poor mad Yevgeny circled, straining
His wild gaze upward at the face
That once o'er half the world was reigning.
His eye was dimmed, cramped was his breast,
His brow on the cold grill was pressed,
While through his heart a flame was creeping
And in his veins the blood was leaping.
He halted sullenly beneath
The haughty Image, clenched his teeth
And clasped his hands, as though some devil
Possessed him, some dark ...