Mysterious Visions of the White Nights

Short post only today. After the philharmonic concert last night, my friend and I could not find the Metro station. it was insane. It was nowhere to be found. So we walked the mile or two to the next station, enjoying the scenery. (my feet! my poor, innocent feet!)

There was a woman selling puppies and kittens from a cardboard box on the way down into an underground crosswalk.

There were groups of people just sitting enjoying the weather in broad light, sitting on the benches on playgrounds and looking at the sky.

Patrick and I walked into a crowd only to find that, in the middle of the silvery night, they were inflating hot air ballons by the street corner.

A man was racing around a square on a moped, hands in the air.

In the absolute middle of a big city full of cars and pedestrians and giant buildings, two young women were waiting for the light to change at the crosswalk. They seemed fairly patient, but the huge horses they were riding wanted to get moving.

Makes you wonder what goes on when you can't see everything that happens.