St. Petersburg slideshow
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Okay, I’m ready to be done with my last vacation, but it took me this long to pull together my favorite photos out of the 250-some we took and load them onto a Flicker slideshow. So for those of you who would still like to see more of the Russian fabulousness, the link is HERE. (If you’re a Facebook friend, you don’t need to bother — this is essentially the same one I had there, except with the personal shots taken out.)
If you haven’t used Flicker before, you should know that you have the ability to turn the photo captions and comments either on or off. If you put the cursor somewhere on the slideshow, some menus will come up at the upper right. Clicking on ‘Show info’ will toggle the captions (on if they’re off; off if they’re on). The ‘Options’ menu next to that will give you some other choices. Moving the cursor off the slideshow entirely wlll take away the menus in a second and let you see just the images. I think my favorite way to see these things is with the captions off the first time around, then with them on.
I don’t think I’ve mentioned that almost all of these pictures were taken by Greg, who’s a much better photographer than I am. Anyway, it’s all there, so pour yourself a shot of vodka (or water that you pretend is vodka), crank up the Nutcracker Suite and enjoy!
Related posts:
- Caribbean slideshow
- Saint Petersburg: [speechless]
- That concludes our travelogue. Please tip the narrator.
- Where am I?

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I think your photos are wonderful!
Did you make it to Russia in your travels? Or was it still off-limits when you lived in Europe?
I never got to Russia. I probably could have gone — I probably could have gotten a visa and permission, but my husband’s work was such that they’d never have allowed him to go. So I didn’t either.
But I got around a lot — we lived there from ’74-’78, ’82-’84, and ’97-’02. I got to Morocco, Egypt a couple times, Israel, Greece a couple times, England annually. France every other month. Pamploma for the running of the bulls in 1976. Once left a hotel in Spain and did an 18 hour round trip to the Algarve in Portugal because I’d never been that close with free time before. I admit. I’m nuts.