I was settling into my new surroundings by Saturday. Julia collected me from the hotel early and we went to meet up with Kate. For the first time I experienced the Saint Petersburg metro. I was stunned by the scale of it, the long tunnels with escalators going down deep underground, the splendour of the stations with their marble, chandaliers and statues, and the oceans of people.
We went to a railway station on the edge of the city, queued for tickets and boarded a train to take us about fifty kilometres south of the city to Pavlovsky Park. On the train, full to capacity with more people standing than seated, I had my Michael Palin moment when I realised that I was probably the only foreigner making the journey. The humanity around me was living life to the full, arguing, laughing, looking forward to their day out. After about forty minutes we arrived at the little station near the park. After a debate about how to get in we decided on the conventional method of actually buying a ticket.
It was a wonderful place full of woodlands of silver birch in the full flow of autumn and long tailways to walk, relax and enjoy the fresh air.
The long ride down under ground. Julia told me that it was forbidden to take photos, so this was the only one I got. I would love to have photographed the splendour of the stations, but I didn't want to draw attention to myself.
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