Valley of the Trolley Dollies

Still, can’t stop that racing heart.

In case you were wondering…

But, of course, if you’ve been paying attention, you’ll know that already.

Where to start? Whit. Still there, like a rock. All she needs, quite frankly, is a crown, a “Give me your huddled masses (with two dollars to the pound)”, and a flaming torch. Although I still say Hot Pants would show off her pins better than those dubiously flowing skirts that they’ve lumbered Lady Liberty with.

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• Discovering, in Peter and Catherine’s vast art museum, that we quite like vast repositories of Art. Especially when the art whooshes past as one’s ultra-efficient personal guide chooses the pieces you really need to see (or at least say you saw!).

• The city of Saint Petersburg feeling, in so many ways, like Miss Haversham: Glory, gold, beauty, and so much dust and cobwebs. The past being smothered by the encroaching years and a sense that the present has no idea how to correct the mistakes, and the future is uncertain.

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More memories from our recent trip…

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