Saint Petersburg Travel Blog› entry 21 of 129 › view all entries
Only a year ago, this was still Leningrad. Iâ��m awed by the sites, particularly the Hermitage, where originals by Van Goh, Rembrandt, etc are hung without any obvious protection, while babushkas napped in the corners of the rooms. In a guilty moment of impulse I touch my fingers to a corner of a Rembrandt canvas.
The museum of oddities, created by Peter the Great, is another highlight. The only food I find to eat is cold fish on bread served in standing-only Bistros. That and snickers bars and pepsi bottles from Kiosks. You can buy much from a kiosk, especially vodka it seems.
In a small bistro-slash-bar-slash-trailer near the apartment building we stayed in, I remember seeing an agitated wife barge into the place, grab her drunk husband by the shirt, slap him a few times and drag him out in a huff, popping a few of his shirt buttons which audibly pinged on the floor. My saddest moment came on the return train ride from Lomonosov to St. P. I sat opposite a woman in her 50's who started telling me how hard life had became over the last few years. As she spoke, tears ran down her cheeks.