We're in Mocsow. It's big and busy and pleasant. The girls are starting to get on my nerves; they do nothing but complain. I told them not to look for me if I got lost, and to eat me if I die.

So, I'm in St. Petersburg. We've been museum-ing in such a serious way that I'm sure that I am absolutely prepared for the Hermitage tomorrow. I've built up endurance.
Our hostel is really nice, and eveything is good.