Here's your sign.

It wasn't until after I had seen the giant piece of rusted rebar -- about 12 feel long -- curving gracefully up from the ground to about eye-poking-out level . . .

OR

I had almost stepped onto the manhole that was propped open with a piece from someone's car . . .

OR

I saw the high tension line that had come unattached and was trailing free in the canal . . .





















OR

I nearly fell victim to any number of hundreds of hazards on the streets of Saint Pete . . .

. . . that I realized I should collect and post pictures of all those subtle ways the city has of separating the cavalier from the careful.

So, since I only managed to take one picture, I'll have to make that photo essay the goal of a future trip here.

In the meantime, if you come to Russia, please be careful. There's so much to see that it's easy to get distracted. My best advice is to go where everyone else is going. There's probably a reason they're all giving a wide berth to that innocent patch of dirt next to the transformer.