« Ode to the Neva.
As soon as I crossed over and soaked in the atmosphere of the area, I realized that this city always feels like home to me. In my soul. Just imagine Nevsky Prospect, which at peak times transforms into a stream of people, moving at a brisk pace. Honestly, you won't have a single chance to walk against the flow; it's like being caught in a current, you'll be swept along with the warmth of the crowd. The same situation greets you even on the lively streets of Vasilyevsky Island, where just turning onto a quiet alleyway transports you to a completely different St. Petersburg. A quiet, calm, and cozy one.
But already in the evening, it becomes darker, and this time of day is invitingly not rushed, with musicians filling the whole center with a special atmosphere. Just picture this: streetlights flickering around, and the streets turn into a multitude of little islands, each serving up distinctly different music. Upbeat, mellow, whatever your taste or choice may be. Even the joggers pause for a moment, just to catch their breath, before dashing off again to their daily routines.
Nights in this city are romantic, with white nights and arched bridges that become a postcard image of this locale. Combined with cozy cafes, tiny bookstores, and all those same vibrant musicians. The cycle closes, and by morning everything repeats once more.
But the main point is that every day I feel like I’m part of all of this, a thread woven into the fabric of this city that seems to cradle my soul with an undeniable materiality, as if a part of me was born here to experience all of it. »
A remarkable city, filled with a vibrant energy:
Cultural center, Kazan Cathedral, nighttime strolls, views of the city from the roofs during the Scarlet Sails event, a picnic at the Gulf of Finland.
So many creative people on the streets, bringing life to this unique city.
A city for people. A city for the soul... »
I experienced those feelings when I first arrived in St. Petersburg. 💖 The emotions were vibrant! 💥 And there was a complete sense of having come home. It’s not just a saying that Petersburg pulls you towards it like a magnet. I feel its constant pull. When you leave your hometown, you realize that you want to return sooner rather than later... 🌍
Has anyone else felt something similar in life? 😉 »
As soon as I crossed over and soaked in the atmosphere of the area, I realized that this city always feels like home to me. In my soul. Just imagine Nevsky Prospect, which at peak times transforms into a stream of people, moving at a brisk pace. Honestly, you won't have a single chance to walk against the flow; it's like being caught in a current, you'll be swept along with the warmth of the crowd. The same situation greets you even on the lively streets of Vasilyevsky Island, where just turning onto a quiet alleyway transports you to a completely different St. Petersburg. A quiet, calm, and cozy one.
But already in the evening, it becomes darker, and this time of day is invitingly not rushed, with musicians filling the whole center with a special atmosphere. Just picture this: streetlights flickering around, and the streets turn into a multitude of little islands, each serving up distinctly different music. Upbeat, mellow, whatever your taste or choice may be. Even the joggers pause for a moment, just to catch their breath, before dashing off again to their daily routines.
Nights in this city are romantic, with white nights and arched bridges that become a postcard image of this locale. Combined with cozy cafes, tiny bookstores, and all those same vibrant musicians. The cycle closes, and by morning everything repeats once more.
But the main point is that every day I feel like I’m part of all of this, a thread woven into the fabric of this city that seems to cradle my soul with an undeniable materiality, as if a part of me was born here to experience all of it. »
I am happy 😍😍😍 »