Jetzt bin ich in München, after a long and VERY bumpy transatlantic flight. It was so bouncy, and for such a long time, that it was the first flight I’ve ever taken that I thought might crash.
A three-hour flight to St. Petersburg awaits in an hour, and I am sitting in the lounge with actual Russian people (the three young lads next to me are drunk, and it’s not yet noon).
Reading my travel guide, I have discovered that the Hermitage has two Leonardos, and that Dostoevsky’s last home is also in St. Petersburg, kept just as he left it, including the study in which he wrote The Brothers Karamazov. (I still prefer Crime and Punishment, which is also set in St. P.) Here’s his study:
The medical museum has what is reputed to be Rasputin’s penis (there’s a photo of the thing in my book, which, at ten inches long, resembles a giant priapulid); I’ll try to see that too. You can read about it and see a picture at this site, which is properly dubious about the species from which this paternal apparatus derived.