Russia: the land where the Kremlin meets the West, and where communism meets capitalism. My story begins in St. Petersburg. For you eagle-eyed readers, I was in the French Polynesia less than a fortnight ago, and from there I traveled to the rather cool ice-capped land of Russia.
I have a beautiful tan, which to my dismay I have to cover up with these exquisite furs. Make no mistake, with my golden membrane I look gorgeous and stand out from the crowd. My beautiful bronze skin makes me a vision to behold on the streets of St. Petersburg, and the only thing that is not resting in a bed of mink fur is my right hand; delicately interlaced in the rugged hands of a man’s man. He’s tall, dark – for a Russian, but has this brutish manliness about him. What was most surprising upon our first introduction was how softly spoken he was for an individual with such a rugged presence. As we made our introductions, I was overwhelmed with his confidence, and his very sophisticated, yet assertive manner in guiding me to his home. Now understand this, girls and boys, the dining room was colossol: a high ceiling, intricate chandeliers, centre roses, foliage moldings in the cornices; in all, a gorgeous amalgamation of Byzantine Revival and Neoclassical architecture. As we entered the room, the table was laden with the finest wine, the most exquisite crystal glasses and silver cutlery. In the centre of the fifteen-meter oblong table, rested a beautiful arrangement of hydrangeas, wax flowers, orchids, aqua-pink roses, astilbes, poppies and creeping honeysuckle that stretched out for five meters at all angles. I felt as though I were Belle from Beauty and the Beast, dining in such a decadent environment. However, this gorgeous man was no beast.
As the wine flowed and we gorged on the yummy cuisine, the evening took the inevitable turn: a George II four-poster bed, which had the most luxurious velvet covers and fur throws, overlooking the best view in St. Petersburg. Am I not a lucky girl? All this excitement taking place in the course of the last two months – life is good, stay tuned.