Old drunk: “Why did I live this long? Why did I live to see such times?” Smartass in baseball hat: “It’s what God decided.”
Elderly woman gets in at Teatralnaya, on the green line. Hair in an elaborate, bouffant hairdo, covered with a black and white polka dot scarf. Loose zebra-print walking coat. Skinny blue jeans. Black patent leather ballet flats. What I like about this relatively mild period in autumn is that such gorgeousness isn’t hidden under bulkyContinue reading “Random style note from the Moscow metro”
I love the Moscow metro and have written many a paean to it. It’s the perfect place to people-watch, deep in the belly of the city (or on its shallow ends, on the way towards the suburbs), among the marble. The metro goes on and on – it’s the pale, long arms of Moscow, stretchingContinue reading “Fear and loathing on the red line”
Thank you, Random Dude on Escalator. You gave me much to smile about – that evening, and many evenings hence.