St Petersburg is my Hotel California. I can check out any time I like, but I can never leave.
On weekdays I stay in my little castle under the watchful eye of Mechnikov, and my home becomes my school.
But on weekends...on weekends things are different. On weekends I run joyously into the warm embrace of this city, and rejoice in her ever-changing beauty.
Autumn is coming to a slow and graceful end. My last one here in Russia.
A bit of self-confidence always does you good. "So what if my wreck of a car has a non-existent bumper, backlights that are mangled beyond repair, and looks as if a hundred kids have played basketball on the roof? I've got decal on the sides and that's all that matters. I'm still selling this baby for 18,000 rubles. " Russian thinks.
Polytechnic Institute.
Inside the Mariinsky Theater Concert HallThey were playing Mozart's "The Magical Flute" that day.
A walk down "Potseluev Most' " (Kissing Bridge)
Read more about Love Locks here.
Dropped by the Dolls' Gallery because it just seemed right.
And it did seem right.
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