The first occasion was yesterday. A glorious day, perhaps the sunniest and warmest of the trip. So in the afternoon, I revised my earlier decision not to climb the cupola at St. Pete's.
And then there's this.
While it might not look like much, this bit is near the end of a 320-step climb (yes, pay the extra two euros to take the lift halfway). The climb itself is terrifying and exhausting. The stairs get narrower, the walls actually do start to close in on you - literally. As you near the top, they curve inwards, claustrophobically. I cannot believe that a thriller doesn't exist with a chase scene up the steps.
And is it me, or does that look eerily like a hangman's rope?