Moscow

Yep, the rich were richer in moscow and the poor were still poor.

I saw lenin's corpse, stanislavsky's theatre, chekov's grave, over priced art galleries, faberge eggs and red square. And I bought a ridiculous hat.


I spent so long attempting to decipher the venue location on this bill poster that I missed the final night of the bolshoi ballet show. My west-centric monolingualism is really starting to get annoying.


I shared a pensive moment with Mayakovsky - futurist, poet, artist and bolshevik who killed himself in 1930.

Hey!
Gentlemen!
Amateurs
of sacrilege,
crime,
and carnage,
have you seen
the terror of terrors –
my face
when
I
am absolutely calm? (A Cloud in Trousers, 1915)

And I was reassured by the lady at moscow international terminal's security screening point. She looked just like this, except with a slightly longer skirt.