Summer!
That's Moika, the canal (river, actually) outside our flat. And there is no ice on it!
We went to Moscow and we came back to summer.
That's how it seems anyway.
Fine, there are only a few blades of green grass to be found anywhere in the city; and the buds are just now emerging on the branches. But hello plus seventeen (17!)! Hello boats on the canals! Hello children playing till 10pm in the dvor! Hello 11pm twilight! I'm even told there are scantily-clad beautiful women everywhere walking the streets.
Alas, we've only another month of life here (for now). This time one month from now, we'll be trying to negotiate our way through Heathrow and trying to readjust to England. It might be hard. I like never having to hold a door open for anyone; shouting across restaurants at waiters; pushing people who are in your way on the metro; scowling at any weirdo who tries to smile at you; treating fools like fools; and so on.
Babushka and vnuk
Dedushka at the beach
Sunbathing
Papa and his son
posted by Browler at 20:54
2 Comments:
As part of your preparation for returning to the UK, it's colder here than in St Petersburg. This winter hsa been a long one, and everyone is desperate for a bit of warmth and sustained sunshine. After all, when the weather is good, London, with all of its green space and pubs, is arguably the best city in the world.
"arguably"???
No arguing here.
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