Any time I go for too long without another blog post, I worry that I no longer take notice of the weird things that go on in Russia. But then I get gems like these:



Guy taking a picture of his friend holding up a beer by the Neva, with fireworks in the background. Would be a prize-winning photo if it weren't so blurry.

Parents who think that Nevsky at 4 am on a holiday that involves mass public drunkenness is an acceptable time and place to walk around with their young child.

and I know that I'm still ok.