The simple pleasures of beering locally. I'm older now, and simple beer pleasures are the most meaningful to me. They tend to be encountered locally. It is my aim to get unplugged and explore some of them, slowly and thoughtfully. I'd tell you where it's leading, except that I've no idea ... and that's the whole point of the journey: To find out.
Tuesday, August 02, 2011
Finding пиво in Leningrad, 1987.
In Russian, the word for beer is пиво, and in the first photo, the пиво truck is refilling the kiosk's пиво tank early in the morning of July 2, 1987. The city is Leningrad, now St. Petersburg.
In the second photo, at a different пиво kiosk later on the same day, Nick (the bearded one) has queued for a short, cool one. We both waited patiently in line for a good while, paid a few kopecks, and received our golden lagers.
Because the glasses (all three of them) were for sharing, we chugged the beers rather quickly and moved along, lest the queue become boisterous.
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