Breakfast served in our room? Score! But it was actually breakfast in bed, since our room had no chairs! Anyway, an ok-coffee, juice, bread, and a kind of salami-omelette, cereal and yogurt. It seemed kind of Soviet to me - no frills, filling. Tall Guy was disappointed - he'd thought there was a buffet. Not till Moscow!
After breakfast, we made our way to Peterhof via public transport - walking, subway, and bus. I felt a bit nervous, as we were really relying on the good will of locals to help get us there. Would the driver remember to signal our stop? Would we end up on the other side of the city? Or back where we started? Did that old lady really know the way? We made it.
|ta-da! we made it.|
Somehow we got through security screening number two and into the palace. It's an ostentatiously gorgeous place. We're talking gilt everything - window frames, chandeliers, railings, entire walls... I enjoyed the visit, but it was slightly annoying, due to the amount of guided tours that were going on at once. We squeezed around groups, waited for one to move on only to be swept up into another. Guides kept telling me, I think, to stick with the group, and then waving us out of the way when upon realizing we were on our own. A highlight for me was Peter the Great's study - no gold, all wood. Oak walls, floors, ceiling, furniture... Kind of like being in a very weird, leafless forest, or extremely ornate log cabin.
|at peterhof, you can go to the beach!|
|you can play giant slip and slide chess!|
|you can try to climb a water pyramid!|
|you can be really excited - or not - by the spinning fountain!|
|you can paint the town red!|