Fly me to the roof

 

Every time when I stand on roofs I recall monologue from "Jeux d'enfants": Pure, raw, explosive pleasure! Better than drugs, better than smack! Better than a dope-coke-crack-fix-shit-shoot-sniff-ganja-marijuana-blotter-acid-ecstasy! Better than sex, head, 69, orgies, masturbation, tantrism, Kama Sutra or Thai doggy-style! Better than banana milkshakes! Better than George Lucas's trilogy, the muppets and 2001! Better than Emma Peel, Marilyn, Lara Croft and Cindy Crawford's beauty mark! Better than the B-side to Abbey Road, Jimmy Hendrix and the first man on the moon! Space Mountain, Santa Claus, Bill Gates' fortune, the Dalai Lama, Lazarus raised from the dead! Schwarzenegger's testosterone shots, Pam Anderson's lips! Woodstock, raves... Better than Sade, Rimbaud, Morrison and Castaneda! Better than freedom, better than life!

So, yeah, here are my new photos from one more Petersburg roof, enjoy:

Under Petersburg sky

Saint-Petersburg is the best what Russia has. I know many people who came here, went home, packed bags and moved to this city forever. The City has mysterious, warm and very saturated atmosphere. Every single walk is a big celebration. Saint-Petersburg is the only place on Earth where I wanna live, grow my kids and die. I really advice you to visit it.

So, photos will say more.