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Sunday, 13 September 2015
St. Petersburg in the Sunshine.
The Church of the Saviour of the Spilled Blood
Am I glad I decided to re-do the tour around St. Petersburg
which, last year, was rather fraught with too much traffic and the rain.
This time the day was full of sunshine and much less traffic
so we not only saw all of the sights we should have seen last year, but also
made a non-scheduled stop to take photographs of the Hermitage.
Some domes on the Church of the Saviour of the Spilled Blood
It is quite a long drive from the docks into the centre of
St. Petersburg but as there is so much look at - from road-side flower beds to
the various domes and spires of the churches - the journey isn't boring. This
year at the Church of the Saviour of the Spilled Blood we had time to do more
than just hop off the coach and take a photo. There was time to take a walk
around the outside of the cathedral and admire its colour and architecture from
different angles. And with the sun glinting off the gold and showing up the
colours was a breathtaking.
The coach was also able to make a proper stop at St. Isaacs
Church with its gold dome that you seem to be able to see from any direction in
St. Petersburg. This is the only gold dome. The others are coated with
bronze-made-to-look-like-gold. I also crossed the road to take a look at the
gardens in front and watched a bride and groom posing for their photographs.
Stopping at the Stock Exchange Bridge gave us the
opportunity to see the views across the river to the Fortress and various
edifices along the river side - one of which was once the British Embassy.
During the drive around the city we took the road that goes
between the Summer Garden which was created by Peter the Great and has 79
sculptures - but I didn't have time to count them - and the Field of Mars, once
a parade ground which became a park in the late 19th century. This was a part
of the tour we completely missed last year.
Of course there was the obligatory shop stop. One thing puzzles me about the souvenirs. I
always thought that Matryoshka dolls (the ones that have smaller and smaller
replicas inside) were 'Mamma' dolls. If I'm right, what do they call the ones
of sports people and politicians? And, no thank you, I don't want one of Putin
or Stalin, thank you very much. What I did want but couldn't afford, was a
gorgeous purple figured velvet cape trimmed with purple fur. Only £1,250! Oh,
where is my millionaire!
Thank you, Mr. Sunshine, for a glorious day in St.