Yesterday's train journey felt like my first proper Trans-Siberian experience, the first journey where it had been possible to spend hours looking out of the train window at classic, unbroken Russian forest, lost in thought. It seemed a shame to arrive in Perm, especially as, like a lot of Russian cities, it looked unpromising from the train station, very grey, Soviet and confusing to navigate. But Perm turned out to be fun, a modern, vibrant city very passionate about art, particularly modern art (and it's twinned with Oxford). Dotted around the city are various statues and installations, almost all from the past decade, that feature heavily on postcards and that the inhabitants of Perm seem very proud of. They include a huge Russian letter "P" (for Perm) made from logs, a bronze statue of a bear
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