St. Petersburg, SPB, or St.Pete - everyone seem to speak very highly of it so I adjusted (read: lower) my expectations to avoid major disappointment. It is one of those cities - everyone speaks about how amazing it is - you get there, experience it with your own eyes and ears, and just have to nod, and admit they were right.
The incident on Friday night meant time was short. Dazzling lights, wine lounge and tea house set the scene for a very cultured Sunday with High school 155, the walk down Nevsky Prospect full of beautiful buildings, monuments and those police, the many rivers and bridges, the Don Quixote ballet at the Mariinsky Theatre, the highlights of the State Hermitage Museum, the Russian Orthodox mass, the Russian donuts and the coffee that tasted like coffee but it was not, the pancakes, the conversations and the company of my amazing host (the environmental scientist with a strong passion for art and history) Tanya, and Sergey, who practically organised my great weekend.
