My journey to Greenland glamorously began with a trip to the lavatory in July 2007. Whilst waiting to use one on a Virgin Atlantic Airbus I happened to look out the exit door window to find a beautiful landscape far below of rocky mountain peaks, numerous fjords and vast sea fields of huge icebergs. I wondered how I’d missed this scene before as this wasn’t exactly the first time I’d crossed the Atlantic and I haven’t seen it since.
St Petersburg’s setting on the wide Neva River along with the pretty Griboedov Canal easily lends itself to being compared with cities like Paris or Venice. But that would be inaccurate because this city very much has her own identity and is unmistakably Russian.