St Petersburg flew by in a series of quick flashes sliding off the bus windows. One minute it reminded me of Paris -- those elegant façades. Then it looked like San Francisco -- the buses running from trolley wires. And suddenly you couldn't be anywhere but Russia. I love this building, the domes, the ornate detail above the window arches. And then you look closer and see the broken windows and the plants growing out of the ledges.
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