Here's Barry feeling Russian through his vodka tasting. Verdict: Barry likes vodka.
Barry also liked his melty axe sauce dish.
We had some delicious food in Saint Petersburg, even though it was instaglamable.
But then we suffered consequences.
This poster, ahead of its time, imagines if trees had the capacity to punish! This could solve many of the world's problems, no?
Barry and I were, strangely, the only visitors at the Saint Petersburg Museum of Hygiene.
Weird, because who doesn't love a Hygiene museum? Here is a close-up of a leach.
There wasn't much English, but we understood tooth decay anyway. I like the front-most decay dude.
Of course, we saw the more traditional sites like the Hermitage museum, which is terrifyingly large and I'm not sure anyone could like art that much.
We were equally interested in the boat pillars. If you ram your donkey boat into the pole, does it come out the other side?
Turns out Fabergé and his eggs come from Saint Petersburg, and also that they added the accent to the name later to be cooler.
I'm thinking of doing that too, and changing my name to Tannée, which is sometimes descriptive.
Since the Easter egg business is seasonal, the Faberge did other items, such as ornate cigarette cases.
Including this decidedly rapey one. The captions did not elaborate.
Perhaps I could have learnt more in this book. I was mainly concerned about how chilly their pale décoletages must have been.
