It should be noted, the atmosphere every part of the world managed to pass with precision. In noisy Asia we tried not only to feed, but also to wear. And knock. Once there, people instantly forget about manners: talking loudly, arranged trades with cooks, ate with his hands and not particularly bother politeness. We felt that even the sun in this part of the Hermitage warmed especially nuclear. Assessing the Vietnamese noodles and Indian dance and gypsy dancers, we hurried to look for other civilizations.
It's no joke, but after crossing the border illegally to Europe breeze blew and began to play French euphony. Smells more restrained, the public is slow. It's a shame, but after the Asian portions, it was impossible to desire a pizza pie or English. Could only go for coffee in Turkey, which, as usual, was standing a few mansions. Editors across Europe were in no hurry to leave JustLady: walking, talking, another opportunity to be unhappy lover mime, strolling musicians and the atmosphere of the city picnic held tightly in their cozy embrace of the festival.
But, as usual, after a long journey back home well - and the haystack, symbolizing Russia, became Editor JustLady the finish point.