But there were no sea-men, as far as I saw.
The tiny bar was turned into a one-night low-key club scene, with the sound system taking one fifth of the area, so small the atmosphere resembled that of an Edinburgh' house party. Good beats and a couple of local hip youths swaying on the dance-floor, which was for some reason equipped with a chair standing just in the middle. Who knows when a chair comes in handy! It was chilled, more down-to-earth and straightforward party then of the overly self-conscious lads in the UK. And there was a heart outside buried in snow! a massive heart.
My most dedicated host met me in the Azimut hotel, 2nd floor, so that I could see the current exhibition delivered by the Novitsky dynasty (Dmitrij, his little daugther and his mother). Each, of course, with a very different style and attitude, but strangely in one of Dmitrij's paintings it looked as if all three of them had merged together, in a subtle melange on a canvas. Or perhaps it was my imagination?
We met with Glafira's sister Daria and her smiling boyfriend Sasha and drove for some twenty minutes over the bridges, through the snow, into the far unknown, somewhere here:
Then there were more bridges and industrial areas and more impressive view. And only then we got to the Seamens bar. As I said, this was super underground and chilled and I felt really fortunate to infiltrate such a in-the-know environment, with all the props included, also pre-drinking in the car and outside in the cold brought me back to the college times. I like the spontaneity. And I also find really refreshing that people actually express their feelings here. Like Daria and Sasha, the small loving looks they throw at each other or gentle caresses showing how they care for each other. Or in general: the honesty of people telling you what they think, and asking direct questions not covered behind fake political corectness.
Hey, and by the way, look at this from the Bar no.2