St. Petersburg welcomes me with unexpected warmth (literally). My first impressions? Everything is so much bigger than Vienna; the streets are wider, longer; palaces dwarf all other buildings. Statues. Everywhere. The sun doesn’t set until midnight and there’s less pigeons.
The scale of this building is unbelievable!
Ps. The more time I spend in cities like this, the more I realise Perth actually has no history at all, let alone any engagement of history with its people. Maybe I’m being a little harsh, maybe Europe has grown on me. Maybe I’ve been enchanted by place and Time and how one reveals the other. Maybe it’s all of the above.