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| The main entrance of the Winter Palace |
We walked down Nevsky prospect in the direction of the Neva River, and we turned right into Shtabnoy Bolshaya Morskaya, Bolshaya Morskaya Ulitsa, Rue de Bolshaya Morskaya, Большая Морская ул, which was on another level of grandeur altogether. We walked along the ul., which led into a wide arch, and then we saw this. I'd thought that I was wowed enough by The Church of the Savior on Spilled Blood. Apparently not.
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| Beyond the arch.. |
The Winter Palace was sheer splendour.There's no other word for it. It was Romanesque magnificence that eclipsed any of its Baroque counterparts palaces In Western Europe that I had seen prior to this, whether it was the Schloss Charlottenburg or the Schloss Schönbrunn, or the Museu Nacional d'Art de Catalunya. In truth, all of these Baroques were eclipsed by their majestic cousin in the East. Everything about this neighbourhood was haughty and proud and beautiful and poised, from the heady sense of crescendo one experienced walking down the ul. Bolshaya Morskaya up to the culmination of the wide Palace Square, and sky-coloured Winter Palace, home to the Hermitage Museum, largest of its type in the world.
I leave you here, but will return.
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