Let's continue the way-back trip with a post from St. Petersburg:

I am a total shit at getting around to doing things I've meant to do (which is why this is seeing the light of the internet* over a year after it happened). Especially when it comes to going places. Though I guess I made it to Russia alright.

Point is, I'd been meaning to drag my ass over to the top of this cathedral for for-effing-ever, and I finally did it on this day.





This day was actually the tail end of this day with the Russian photographers. After getting up at 6 and freezing and wading through thigh-deep snow and riding a mini-bus and climbing and descending the one-or-two hundred stairs of the cathedral, I was thoroughly pooped. I think at about 5pm I was like, "Okay guys, I'm calling it quits. Later." And then I went home and fell asleep immediately.















Restoration is eternal in St. Petersburg.

*the surface web, at least.