Took the hydrofoil to Peterhof – The summer Palace built by Catherine Peter’s daughter. A huge palace overlooking huge gardens with countless fountains and gold leafed statues worthy of any Trump residence. Understatement in not a word used on these grounds.
Used my time on the Hydrofoil back to town to line up a Tinder date with a woman named Valentina.
Tom and Richard went to dinner without me and were sure I would turn up dead in an alley. I ended up having a lovely evening but didn’t get back till late. The next morning the text on my phone read “ are you dead?, if not meet us in the lobby at 9:00 for breakfast.” I could see visible signs of relief in Richard’s face when I showed up at the appointed time.
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