A time to remember

Looking back a couple of weeks, I have apparently been too traumatized or too strapped for time to give a good recounting of the crazy way I got to St. Petersburg on Friday, December 3rd. Nevertheless I think it's high time to share some more of the photos from that weekend.


Crossing Nevsky Prospekt in the snow, around 7pm, Dec. 4


The heavy snow through the windshield of a St. Petersburg
cab - a Volga with the interesting assortment of a Russian
flag, a Smurf figurine, and an Orthodox icon on the dashboard
(see foreground - you know you can click on the pictures to
enlarge them, right?)


The price list and (behind the glass) most important part
of a shaverma stand. This tasty treat, known elsewhere in
the world as gyros, doner, and shawarma, and elsewhere in
Russia as shaurma, is for some reason almost invariably
tastier in St. Petersburg than in Moscow. In moments of
dark humor, I have been known to joke that perhaps that's
because the St. Pete dogs there are better-fed, but in fact
this delightful street food is usually made from chicken.


The inside of the bathroom door at Dacha - can
you tell this is a club frequented by the occasional
foreigner, in addition to the many Russians in
evidence there?