Regarding Xenia's indifference to jewels, I see that she and I have that in common.
Yes, Eddieboy, we do exist: Women who do not particularly like jewelry!
I'm not adverse to wearing a bit of jewelry now and then, and I can appreciate the artistic beauty of fine jewelry and their settings. In my opinion, however, admiration of jewelry can become obsessive to the point of illness . . . a false God. (And, I should add, I'm an agnostic, so I'm not promoting any religious agenda.)
When our tour was conducted down a series of steps to see the Kremlin diamonds--well, of course I was interested. But as we stood in the darkened room, eagle-eyed guards watching us as we gazed through bullet-proof glass at an array of diamonds acquired through subjugation, treachery and murder, their sparkle was for me supplanted by a wash of coagulating blood.
The irony that we had descended into a basement room, with no other escape but the way we came in, also did not escape me.