One final thing about Russia.
Plus some photos.
1. Spitting. There’s a lot of it happening on the streets of Moscow. Cultural phenomenon? Clearing out the dregs of winter to make way for spring? Staking territory, like a wolf peeing on his boundary? Feels good? Who can tell. Just watch where you step in bare feet.
2. Gold teeth. I was startled when a woman at a till opened her mouth (not to smile at me; not on a first meeting). She presented a mouth of gold teeth. I don’t mean a gold tooth. I’m talking about a visit from Midas. Every. Single. Tooth. In its entirety. And she was not alone. I was on an intermittent reinforcement schedule so I spent my days peering at people, hoping to glimpse this captivating sight again. Alas, it was infrequent and I didn’t take a photo.