Saint Petersburg, I love you.
Sorry to my Russian friends, but I was initially underwhelmed with Moscow as a city. Blame my 80s counter-culture-loving rebelism, but I wasn’t really looking for a trip to a chic city with all the modern conveniences.
St Petersburg started off with a mad dash to catch a train we almost missed (only caught because of the bilingual generosity of a man who was headed to the train station to meet his daughter), to share a bunk with a grumpy old man who was just as pleased as we were to be roomies for a night, and rolling into a city that didn’t have coffee before 11 AM.
Yeah, we were off to a rough start.