Arrived in Saint Petersburg yesterday after an all day bus ride, "only" taking 2 hours to cross the border. Eve made sure we were on our best behavior, though she was wise cracking about Russian efficiency. Our young Lithuanian bus driver Vlad sweet-talked the woman border guard to not make us drag our luggage through the non-functioning x-ray machine, and we were lucky there were not many tour buses ahead of us in line.
Out to dinner at the restaurant that Pushkin frequented. He left from there to fight the 1837 fatal duel (with his brother-in-law, for trying to seduce his wife) The owner of the restaurant enthusiastically recited several Pushkin poems.
Eve and the owner:
Wax Pushkin greets you at door:
Saint Petersburg, Venice of the north
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