What time is it? Not late for my meeting. Yet.
Where am I? The jewel of the Baltic.
Where am I actually supposed to be? Not by this flower shop, that’s for certain.
Who could not love Saint Petersburg?
I knew I was going to like it the moment we arrived at Pulkovo International Airport (ПУЛКОВО) and the driver met us as promised. “Dosvedanya,” I said confidently. (I later realised it meant “Goodbye”.) I raised my eyebrows and waved my arm in the internationally acknowledged mime for “Is the car very far away?” I envisaged the endless car parks of Heathrow. The already baffled driver looked even more baffled, opened the airport door and said, “Прямо здесь.” And there the car was. Right outside the door.