The weather was exceptionally hot during that week, but that didn't take away from the enjoyment of the trip. Being in Rome with all the priceless art humbles one—it's almost impossible to believe what human hands can do, paint and build. Despite a short welcoming rain, the visit to the Spanish Steps was wonderful. I even climbed up the top of St. Peter's Basilica—all 390 steps of it and was rewarded with the most fantastic sight of the square below and all of the city of Rome "at my feet."
I returned to Budapest for a few weeks, followed by a trip to Russia. I went on a cruise from St. Petersburg down to Moscow stopping at historical villages, going through zillions of locks on the canals on the Neva and Volga. St. Petersburg's opulence and treasures are beyond belief.
Eva Farnsworth Painting Matryoska dolls.
The villages and towns en route were an eye opener into today’s Russia—they are still poor, still years behind the “times.” Experiencing the "white nights" in the north was lots of fun. I visited the Transfiguration Church in Kizhi, the oldest wooden church, which was built without one single nail by local people.
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