The weather changed overnight and in the morning there was a cool breeze but a big blue sky and a welcome freshness had replaced the humidity of the previous day.After breakfast the coach arrived and we began the journey to Peterhof and the Tsar’s Summer Palace and immediately we joined long queues of rush hour traffic all bullying its way towards the city centre.
The driver was in a particularly impatient mood this morning and he constantly switched lanes in a rather pointless objective of finding the quickest running line and although he sometimes temporarily gained a few metres this was always ultimately unsuccessful. It was clear however that he wasn’t prepared to sit around in the traffic jams and he began a quest to find a short-cut through the side streets which fifteen minutes later our guide, Anna, declared to be a stunning success as we crossed the bottle-neck bridge across the River Neva and gradually began to make improved progress as we headed south and west out of the city.
The road to Peterhof was a wide six lane boulevard and looking out of the window it occurred to me just how big everything was, the columns, the monuments, the statues and the buildings. After a few kilometres we drove through massive concrete high rise housing developments in township clusters sprawling away from the road on either side in vast unattractive developments desperately in need of some urgent care and attention.
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