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The Hermitage
... recommendation - best food so far, tho their instance on calling it a 'Cheese Pie' didn't change our opinion it was a pizza.
On the way back we saw someone had been hit in the middle of the wide main road - Nevky St. The ambulance had just arrived, and in the midst of the bedlam of the intersection they simply picked the prone guy up and dropped him on the stretcher .. traffic blaring horns at being impeded no matter what the reason.
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Ballerinas and a Day off
... to shoot at cars that aren't obeying the traffic laws. In my opinion, it is totally justified. These drivers are crazy. And the battle between pedestrians and cars is totally insane. Masses of people defy the cars to cross streets against red pedestrian lights.
Well - tomorrow it's on to Moscow, or at least some city near it. I will be on one of those high speed Euro trains so it is less than five hours. One train at a time right now.
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Comrades, Ahead! (Това
... principle of efficiency you can switch cars at lightning speed along the way.
I cannot stress enough that once within the station, YOU MUST KEEP MOVING. No one will stop for you. Even if you keep moving, people will shove you. But it will be less frequent and aggressive if you are headed somewhere.
Sitting places are for old people, invalids (strange, since they technically are banned from the metro: ...
What shall we do with a drunken sailor?
... busy as the Louvre.
Another thing I have noticed about St. Petersburg is the sheer size. Something that on the map looks like it’d take only 10 minutes to walk takes 30 minutes. The streets just seem so long. Also, there seem to be tourists, but they all seem to speak Russian. And everyone is white.
Later at night we visited a Japanese/Italian restaurant near the hotel for dinner before walking back ...
Pictures At An Exhibition
... I was doing. I strode forth purposefully, pass still in hand, through the empty galleries. The throne room was empty, the gold room was empty, the state rooms were empty. It was the most amazing feeling of my life. I was almost giddy. "Good morning Rubens! Looking a little chunky today! Good day, Rembrandt, your lighting is lovely! Ah, my old friend Auguste! How are your fellow Impressionists doing?" I got so close to a Rembrandt I could ...