The calendar has given spring a green light, but couldn’t stop the outgoing season from flexing its muscles one more time, on its way out. It’s legal here. After all, this is the far north.
A rather long, cold, wet shoes walk through the snowy streets of St Petersburg brought me to the Alexander Garden on my way to … I can’t remember where. I had to turn around and admire the resolve of a beautiful bride to have that special day image to remember, in spite of the wet surface residues trying to creep up her wedding dress.
The backdrop was worth it – the magnificent St Isaac's Cathedral, a monument to perfection, mellowed by the veil of soft Russian snow and customary glamour of a stretch limo waiting some distance away.
I was trembling while the bride was still smiling with meaningful enthusiasm, relegating the inconvenient weather to a mere sensory illusion. Never underestimate the warming power of romantic moments.