Muscovite Mouths

One final thing about Russia.

Well, two.

Plus some photos.

Bizarre Tzar

(Actually, he’s not bizarre. I just like the letter Z.)

The royal carpenters were no doubt aware of Tzar Porridge’s reputation and made a throne to fit their expectations.

 

Keeping It (Un)real in Moscow

Our Russian child sent us there but he needn’t have. Its cheerful pointy roofs enticed from the skyline across the rubble of the deserted lot on the way to our accommodation.

Street Tree Special

When your certified-wood-bearing trees are flagging a bit under the strain of winter or pollution or drought, be glad that there is a solution at hand: electric trees. Not their most vivacious by day…

The Kremlin, Dominion of Domes

I am besotted with the domed roofs of the Moscow Kremlin. Fair warning. I have tried to keep them to a manageable number in this post but I can’t help but think you’ll love them too and either forgive their frequent appearances or be hankering for more.

When the Saints Go Marching In

Word is that St Basil was the only person to whom Ivan the Terrible would listen. St Porridge is familiar with that situation. After a heavy schedule of talks at the Kremlin, he spent some time communing with the earthly representation of his departed friend on the Red Square.

I Spy, I Hear, I Smell, I Taste…Moscow

A young ladder, wet around the…er…rungs watches as the wise old home-made ladder demonstrates that one must ultimately lead to something.