Keeping Track of History in St Petersburg

We’d driven past the Church of the Spilled Blood en route to everywhere and by the time we arrived, it was the end of the day. My head was full of art and culture and history and numb from the hard-sell at the ‘quality’ gift shop we were taken to and held hostage for nearly

Travelling again and again

I do know where the wanderlust comes from – spent my entire childhood with my head in a book, or more likely thousands of books all set in places more exotic or interesting than home. Tolstoy and Dostoevsky are ultimately responsible for this photo. And the ones I will take in Moscow one day. Hopefully