With a camera.

Actually, what I want is my sister-in-law (the native Russian SIL) and some sort of assurance I will not run into the Russian Mafia by accident.  I just want to wander.  And wander.  And wander.  And then come home and write until I puke.

Because OH MY GOD does this stuff feed the muses.

I want Prague, and I want decaying old elegant Russia.  Badly.

And now, good night.