It started with a drizzle, then some rain, but this was the most gorgeous and relaxing stroll back in history type town we've seen.
The entire old town is just that, a huge walled off section of the city, restored to better than it was a few centuries ago.
Then the rain stopped and it became stunning.
As a special tourist treat, there were small groups of superb musicians scattered throughout. The buskers must have had to pass serious tests because even they were amazing.
The sheer joy of day caused all my pain to vanish. I was 28 again. But maybe it was our lazy day at sea yesterday and all the jacusi time we've gotten in. It might also be that one of my random exercises resulted in my right hip socket getting rearranged into a more normal configuration.
On our way back, we found an art gallery with some of Tricia's favourites. However, she refused to enter. It seems she is now less mobile than me.
She may be the one in need of a wheelchair all day tomorrow in the Hermitage at St. Petersberg. Assuming war doesn't break out with Russia overnight.
Sorry about the flower shots.
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