St Petersburg: Breathtaking beauty on an ice-cold city break
It’s dark and cold — very cold — when we leave the warm embrace of our hotel, walk across the square past St Isaac’s Cathedral, and make our way along the river until we can get close to the water’s edge. Even in the darkness of a late winter’s night, the sight is breathtaking — great ice floes, massive sheets the size of flattened double-decker buses, are all drifting gradually towards each other in a slow but mesmerising ice dance. All around us the city is silent, so what, then, is that strange noise? We drop our heads closer to the river to listen; ah, there it is again; t...