A small art gallery in St. Petersburg, Anna Nova is well
hidden but it's well worth
the trek to find this diamond in the desert. Here's how to find it:
walk some two blocks from metro-station Mayakovskaja, then
walk down a grey path that winds through yellowish backyards, then
turn left, and there it is! The way is certainly Peter-pan-ish:
"second to the right, straight on 'till morning, that's where I'll
be waiting" - with
the only one amendment – there won't be Peter Pan himself to welcome you,
but Pasha, the gallery-keeper (Barry's famous character doesn't bear any
comparison with this real-life personage)...
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What is left for mama's boys (and girls) when all the clubs in the city
are occupied by doped-up teens acting agressively towards perpetually
high-strung art students? Where should we go, when cinemas are too dark
for these prudish girls (that someone will use the cover of darkness
for their own dark ways is the most common fear of an overage square),
when creepy old ladies restrain our melancholic reflections in our
philarmonic armchairs and our empiric attempts to find new concepts in
old museum artifacts? The conclusion is obvious: head for a café...
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