Today I had no coat. Because yesterday it got puked on. Luckily it wasn't so cold. But I didn't want to travel too far in case it suddenly got really cold or started to snow. Both of those things did happen.
I went to this place called "The Loft Project." It's filled with art and artsy shops and vegan food. St. Petersburg is the Portland of Russia I've concluded. While I was there, there were people lined up at the fourth floor buying tickets to enter somewhere. I saw a sign that said 100 Rubles which is about $1.50 so I figured I'd go in and see what all the fuss was about despite having no idea what I was buying a ticket to.
Turn out, it was a cat convention. A convention for cats. People spent money, unfortunately myself included, to walk around and stare at various cats in cages. Cats. The kind you can see on the street. Let me reiterate: money, to see cats. There was a lady with a microphone talking about the cats to a crowd of intrigued men, women, and children. Very randomly as well, there were some raccoons in cages. It was the strangest thing, ever. I paid money to see cats. Oh by he way, I HATE CATS. Now, I understand, cats have a special significance in Russia's historical culture, but really? A cat convention? CATS. I'm definitely in the Portland of Russia.
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