Moscow.



The train from Kiev to Moscow was 16 hours, or somewhere in there. I don't remember exactly. 90 of us Americans completely took over one of the train cars, sleeping in these 6-bed/shelf doorless cabins that the aisle ran through the middle of.






I hated every aspect of Moscow when I was there in early November. If we are being completely honest though, I was terribly hung over for a good part of my time there and, this being before I had fully discovered the absolute necessity of wearing wool stockings under my jeans, I was freezing and wet the rest of the time.




The freezing-but-somehow-not-cold-enough-for-snow-so-it-just-stayed-wet-and-miserable weather was especially hard to deal with after the warm autumnyness of Kiev.






Little did I know that this was the closest I was going to be able to get to Lenin's tomb, because at some point in the following two months they covered the entire building with a giant white sarcophagus so they could perform repairs.








Most of the Moscow trip was required excursions around the city and to museums. These I trudged along on grudgingly and didn't photograph much, but one of the final optional excursions was to a modern art museum, and that one I found quite nice.














I took this photo because I really liked the piece of art on the wall, but I no longer remember whether it was a photography or a very detailed painting.




Okay. Well, that's it for you for now, Moscow. We'll get along better in a few months more.