i used to have a friend who worked at the forbes building in downtown manhattan and they had a few eggs on display there, they are sort of the liberace of easter eggs (and just as fun to look at)
I don't know if the Hermitage in St Petersburg has a collection; I expected that they did, as it would be the most appropriate location. We had a memorable tour of the Hermitage during a cruise of the Baltic. It was memorable not for what we saw, but for what we didn't.
The tour guide was a diminutive Russian woman, who would stop the group a good 30 to 40 meters ahead of the object of interest and describe it in detail. We would then proceed at maximum speed until we were at least ten meters beyond the object. None of us had an opportunity to examine anything, a great disappointment. When we arrived at the collection of impressionist art, my favorite, I rebelled and stayed behind to look at the paintings. That was when I found that her temper was in inverse proportion to her size.
What she lacked in height she made up for in ill-temper. She got into repeated - and heated - arguments with other tour guides about who had access to a location. We stayed overnight in port; I told my wife to enjoy herself on Day Two and stayed on the ship alone.
i used to have a friend who worked at the forbes building in downtown manhattan and they had a few eggs on display there, they are sort of the liberace of easter eggs (and just as fun to look at)
I don't know if the Hermitage in St Petersburg has a collection; I expected that they did, as it would be the most appropriate location. We had a memorable tour of the Hermitage during a cruise of the Baltic. It was memorable not for what we saw, but for what we didn't.
The tour guide was a diminutive Russian woman, who would stop the group a good 30 to 40 meters ahead of the object of interest and describe it in detail. We would then proceed at maximum speed until we were at least ten meters beyond the object. None of us had an opportunity to examine anything, a great disappointment. When we arrived at the collection of impressionist art, my favorite, I rebelled and stayed behind to look at the paintings. That was when I found that her temper was in inverse proportion to her size.
What she lacked in height she made up for in ill-temper. She got into repeated - and heated - arguments with other tour guides about who had access to a location. We stayed overnight in port; I told my wife to enjoy herself on Day Two and stayed on the ship alone.
It's fun seeing pictures of these eggs. Do historians know what happened to the 12 eggs that are gone?