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Travel Blogs from St. Petersburg
Arriving at the Russian airport was very exciting - we had our expensive and painful Visas stamped into our passports and waited in line for ages to pass through immigration... scary! Interestingly our passports weren't checked when we arrived in Naples or Athens! We made it through and were picked up by our new tour leader (we were too scared to do Russia on our own) and zoomed towards our hotel. After meeting our group we had showers and went out to explore ...
... of art themselves; each room dedicated to an
artist, country or period of art. Leaving
the Hermitage, we visited The Church on Split Blood...built in the
traditional Russian style, it is an especially impressive work of art
in itself decorated ceiling to floor with hundreds of mosaics
painstakingly restored to their original grandeur after damages from
WWII. Randy commented that they had apparently mopped up the place
since he found no blood.
... our time and get a grip on the buildings, the art, sculpture and the porcelain. Each room was more incredible than the previous one and it was hard to know what to look at. Sometimes the room itself was the highlight and sometimes the things within it. More paintings by famous Artists than just about anywhere in the world Fortunately our guide Olga was magnificent and seemed to be able to gauge our interest and took us at ...
... I’d still be standing somewhere in St. Petersburg because I can’t pass. We made it all the way around the observation deck and it was helpful that we had already done the city tours and gone around the city several times because we knew what many of the buildings were.
Dasha had given us a time limit and we beat it so we’re good. I had wanted to do the Church of the Spilled Blood too because it had murals but they are hoping ...
... 8217;t fit my ear very well), so Olga could talk to us without having to yell over all the other tour guides. It worked some of the time, but it was often going in and out. At one point, though, somebody took hold of Olga’s microphone (because we could receive only), and was saying, “Audrey? Where are you? Audrey?” It was kind of funny. We were all a little concerned, but I don’t think terribly so. It was disconcerting, but I ...