Saint Petersburg is young. I mean 300 years in Europe… A preadolescent. (That is why they dress so badly here?). It is impressive for the density of her (her, that’s definitely her) colours. Green, red, yellow, pink, blue. The Winter Palace seems to be painted mixing the colour of the Neva with the colour of the sky. She has so many jewels, too much make-up, and so much gold like many Russian rich women.
The avenues are too wide to be crossed in one traffic light time. And Russian drivers too impatient.
As usually happens with the loved ones: she is more beautiful that I remembered.
The avenues are too wide to be crossed in one traffic light time. And Russian drivers too impatient.
As usually happens with the loved ones: she is more beautiful that I remembered.
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