Bronze Horseman

This evening, we strolled to the Neva to view Falconet's Bronze Horseman (would be better without the snake, we felt), then had dinner in a nice Italian restaurant (Да Винчи) opposite the hotel (since the waitress didn't notice us when we came in, it seemed that we Officially Didn't Exist).  Nick started learning Cyrillic in the ultra-violet light.  But, uh-oh, there's mist rollin' in from the sea - it seems the smoke from the peat fires may have followed us even here...