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sabotabby...and the Russia stories continue.
From the cemetery, we met up with Dima and Natasha and drove to the town of Sergiev Posad, 60 km outside of Moscow. It's known for the Trinity Monastery, which is still active, and the gorgeous Cathedral of the Assumption, modelled after the one in the Kremlin.
[I'm just going to post pictures of teh pretty, okay?]
In order to get into any of the buildings, you have to cover your head. I look dorky in this picture.
Please do not photograph the monks.
We spent the evening seeing Junon and Avos, a rock-musical that Anya had seen years ago. Apparently, it was the hottest thing in Moscow on this particular night. I didn't understand most of the lyrics or the storyline (Anya had to explain it to me during the intermission), but the music was fantastic and the costumes and set amazing to watch. It was also the gothest thing ever. [Except for that photo I took of the cemetery.]
Afterwards, we walked through Pushkin Square, snapping pictures of the statue [mine didn't come out] and the office of one of the Communist newspapers:
The one that isn't Pravda.
I'm always in awe of European parks. This one was full of people, drinking and picking up. The equivalent public space simply doesn't exist in North America.
Then there was more chocolatey-alcohol stuff. You can get that in North America, but for some reason, it's just never as good.
From the cemetery, we met up with Dima and Natasha and drove to the town of Sergiev Posad, 60 km outside of Moscow. It's known for the Trinity Monastery, which is still active, and the gorgeous Cathedral of the Assumption, modelled after the one in the Kremlin.
[I'm just going to post pictures of teh pretty, okay?]
In order to get into any of the buildings, you have to cover your head. I look dorky in this picture.
Please do not photograph the monks.
We spent the evening seeing Junon and Avos, a rock-musical that Anya had seen years ago. Apparently, it was the hottest thing in Moscow on this particular night. I didn't understand most of the lyrics or the storyline (Anya had to explain it to me during the intermission), but the music was fantastic and the costumes and set amazing to watch. It was also the gothest thing ever. [Except for that photo I took of the cemetery.]
Afterwards, we walked through Pushkin Square, snapping pictures of the statue [mine didn't come out] and the office of one of the Communist newspapers:
The one that isn't Pravda.
I'm always in awe of European parks. This one was full of people, drinking and picking up. The equivalent public space simply doesn't exist in North America.
Then there was more chocolatey-alcohol stuff. You can get that in North America, but for some reason, it's just never as good.
