Saint Petersburg is a still-life on a blustery fall day. Parts of the city are hopping, though the old town favored by tourists sits stoic in the sun. Most Buildings are private residences without facades of restaurants and shops.
The quirks of everyday life appear from an abandoned car wreck to two ladies perhaps regretting that open top canal cruise to a refreshing top up and at a warm Georgian restaurant.
A tourist can stroll in the footsteps of Raskolnikov lost in thoughts of Saint Petersburg’s artistic grandeur.
Note that the phalanx of tour buses outside the Hermitage suggest the peak of summer may not be the ideal time to enjoy the city’s charms.