❄️ St. Petersburg – A Melancholic Waltz of Grandeur and Ghosts

Walking through St. Petersburg feels like wandering through a **gilded dream**—one where tsars still whisper in palace halls, where the Neva River carries centuries of love and loss, and where the White Nights leave you breathless, suspended between twilight and dawn. ### **💔 Why It Wrecked Me (In the Best Way):** ✅ **The Hermitage’s Haunting Beauty** – Rooms dripping in gold, Rembrandts glowing in the half-light, and the eerie sense that Catherine the Great might still be watching. ✅ **Canals at Dusk** – When the bridges rise and the water turns to ink, the city becomes a **black-and-white film**—romantic, tragic, impossibly poetic. ✅ **Pushkin’s Echoes** – In smoky cafés, in the rustle of autumn leaves at the Summer Garden, in the ache of Akhmatova’s poetry scribbled on museum walls. #stpetersburg #russia