St Petersburg

Footsore in Russia

March 2016

After two weeks of tramping around St Petersburg in the Russian winter we now have an inkling of what Napoleon’s Grande Armée must have felt like on its retreat from Moscow. I exaggerate, of course. It has been cold, but no snow, and, surprise, surprise, mostly sunny and blue-sky days. Nevertheless, my Eddie Bauer parka that I’ve hardly worn in the past fifteen years has served me well every day.

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