St Petersburg is known as the Venice of the North and the Russians adore the Italians. See picture below for why... It's got to be either their fashion sense or their haircuts. I've never seen so many mullets in my life!Mull-power!!!!!!!!!!!Mull! Mull!Mullet!

Straight from the street to u (see below): There were a few other hairdos I couldn't document today but saw with my very eyes: white girl with cornrows outside of the Caribbean and my personal fav- woman with buzz cut AND TAIL!!!

Dang- now I feel like I've been wasting my time in the am when I take a few moments from my day to match Maddox's pacifier and especially his paci clip to his outfit. I bet nobody here notices or even cares! Dang! How rude!

Today we didn't make it to Peterhof- we hope to go tomorrow. The ferries weren't running during the storm but the weather did clear up enough for us to take a lovely cruise on the Fontanka. Of course the cruise was in Russian. While there are no English signs anywhere here this boat co decided to put one up in English to lore us in, then we got on the boat and the whole trip was in Russian. Oh well- at least it was still pretty.

We also went back to the Hermitage (we couldn't resist/ I didn't know Brett was such an art lover!) and to Peter the Great's Museum of Atrocities where we thought we could show Maddox Rasputin's penis in a jar but apparently that's somewhere else do instead we saw all kind of deformed fetuses that Peter gave rewards for and saved in jars (flipper feet, 2 heads etc). The museum apparently use to have live exhibits including a man with two digits on each limb and a hermie (hermaphrodite) but the hermie escaped!

Love and borscht