Pheasant
Sacher torte
After dinner one of the knitting teachers waxed poetic about the literature of St. Petersburg. She driveled on and on. We have lost two hours in two days and have to get off the ship at 7am, so when she finally seemed to be running down we headed off to bed.
A shrimp tonight.
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