Bath:
But I've gotten ahead of myself.
We started today by leaving a very busy hotel buffet in St. Petersburg that ran out of food, plates and cups.
We jumped onto a magic yellow bus and headed southward on a 4-hour journey.
Those of us in the front seats engaged in brave "If I were driving this thing" advice, confident that our driver(s) wouldn't understand us and we wouldn't have to take the wheel of the bus.
When we finally reached Pskov at 1:40 we had a great luncheon, including the first Borsht I've ever tasted - onion-free.
Then we headed to the 12th Century Mirozhsky Monastery chapel with 80% of its original frescos surviving all these centuries!
And we peeked into the monks' church nearby.
In the midst of a rainstorm, we checked into our Soviet-era hotel.
But crammed 11 into a room anyway, for a quick round of drinks before dinner,
which was held in an underground "lair".
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