September 20
Russian Food, Museums and Hospitality
This morning we take a taxi back to the Hermitage for more incredible
art. Our driver speaks some English so we ask him how the economy has affected St
Petersburg. He says that since the U.S.
and European sanctions resulting from Ukraine and Crimean issues there has been
a downturn in tourism. He explains that the Japanese cancelled a number of big
ships coming even though they were prepaid. However, he tells us there are more
Chinese coming but not many Americans. We ask him about Obama and he replies,
“he’s a nobody.” I comment that he
doesn’t seem very positive about Americans and he replies that it is not the
Americans rather it is the American policy and the problems the government has
caused in Iraq and Iran. He goes on to say that those countries are not ready
for democracy. When we ask him how the Russians feel about democracy he says
the people don’t want it and are still mentally ready to still be under a
strong rule like Czars. He says “people like Putin” but goes on to add “this is not my feeling”.
The Hermitage
The Hermitage
At the Hermitage we see more art … and this time it is the
Old Masters such as two small Leonardo da Vinci Madonnas. These are landmarks
in composition because they portray the emotion of a mother and child having an intimate moment
with touching hands and gazes rather than seated formally on a throne.
We enter a long hallway decorated with colorful paintings . Apparently this is a virtually identical replica of Raphael’s Vatican Loggia in Rome commissioned by Catherine the Great after she visited. (later called Raphael’s Bible because it mixes Christian and pagan).
We go on to see one of Rembrandt’s last paintings called Prodigal Son which is powerfully emotionally resonating depicting a father’s forgiveness for his son’s transgressions. I am moved by this painting and know it is impossible to capture on my camera.
I realize I am overdosed and not able to take in much more. John is still going strong and I tell him later that night over dinner that I feel very plebian and uncultured.
We enter a long hallway decorated with colorful paintings . Apparently this is a virtually identical replica of Raphael’s Vatican Loggia in Rome commissioned by Catherine the Great after she visited. (later called Raphael’s Bible because it mixes Christian and pagan).
We go on to see one of Rembrandt’s last paintings called Prodigal Son which is powerfully emotionally resonating depicting a father’s forgiveness for his son’s transgressions. I am moved by this painting and know it is impossible to capture on my camera.
I realize I am overdosed and not able to take in much more. John is still going strong and I tell him later that night over dinner that I feel very plebian and uncultured.
Second DOM dinner
John has made reservations for us to go back to the DOM for
he felt our meal there was the best we have had in Russia. When we arrive they
ask to take my coat and when I refuse because I am cold they insist saying they
can bring me a blanket if I am cold.
There seems to be some important rule in Russia that one must not have a
coat at dinner or even have it put on the back of a chair. This time John starts his meal with pickled
herring (but no vodka) followed by pelini with turkey and then a mushroom
pastry. What next? Why stroganoff for John of course.. and for me peach arugula
salad (same as last time) and mushroom risotto. All this with wine and coffee in an elegant
dining room for just $75 including service charge!
A Different Taxi
Experience
We ask the restaurant to call a taxi for us but now have
become nonchalant about taxis. For the first time in 6 days we don’t ask for
the price ahead of time. When we arrive at Alexander Home we are told the price
will be 700 rubles. This is twice what
we have paid other taxis into town which is a longer drive. Our prices have
ranged from 300 to 450 rubles. John says we won’t pay that amount and our hotel
manager comes up to tell the driver this is not right. Okay so we have learned the stories about
tourists being scammed by taxi drivers is correct. In this case we are supported by the lovely
young Russian hotel manager.
Up early this morning we set off for the Russian Museum ~ surely we must see some Russian art. I love this museum located in the Mikhailovsky Palace because it is smaller, less ornate which is distracting, uncrowded and it is socially acceptable that I don’t know the artists. Much of the work is about Russians exploring their culture and political history. I particularly love a painting by Illya Repin called Barge Haulers on the Volga (1870-73). In this picture the labor of the workers pulling a ship against the current and their painful facial expressions reflects the struggle of the working class. We also see one painting of Tolstoy also by Repin.
It is 11:30 am and we need to get back to the hotel in order
to catch our taxi to the airport. But we must buy something more with our
remaining rubles. John negotiates some
nesting dolls. Getting a taxi turns out
to be more difficult than we realized and we are worried about our time. John tries unsuccessfully to hail some cabs.
A young Russian woman seeing our distress asks if she can help us. When we tell
her we are trying to get a taxi she gives us the number of a legal and safe
taxi company. When John tells her he doesn’t have a working cell phone she is
astonished and asks us how we intended to get a cab. John shows her how he
would put out his arm to hail a taxi and she is further astonished and says that
we would be charged 5 times more because we are tourists. She proceeds to go in the street and somehow
get a car to stop ~ the car has no sign on it that indicates it is a taxi but
just looks like an ordinary car. She
asks us where we are going and I tell her we are used to paying 300-450 rubles
to get back. She shakes her head saying,
“no more than 200 rubles”. At this stage I am thinking this is another
kind of scam and I ask her if she is sure this is safe. She replies, “trust me”
and consider this “Russian hospitality”.
We get in this unmarked car and John shows the driver who speaks no
English his I-pad with the address. The
driver takes on a rather circuitous route to our hotel finally using John’s
I-pad. When we get there the driver seems quite content with his 200
rubles. Once again we have experienced friendly
Russian hospitality. A nice end to a fascinating trip.
Just finished your blog. What a nostalgia trip for me. Makes me want to go back. Thanks for sharing!
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