Yesterday was my day of Russian culture. Dead Lenin, check. Kremlin, check. St.Basil's cathedral, check. Exhausted, we finished the day off with a meal at the Yalki Palki and then a beer at a pub on the main tourist street, Arbat. Back to russian life as usual this week, and I think I prefer it; small town life in the provinces is much easier to deal with than the crazy speed of Moscow. Small town, of course, is near 600 million people. More later, but all is well and the food is still great. I am going to buy a Russian cookbook now, and all who really know me well know that I don't really cook. But I think Russian food has inspired me. Who knew?
There are, however, many police in the metro stations today. We aren't sure why, but suspect it has something to do with the new registration law, and it makes us nervous. We are totally legal at this point, but it seems that it doesn't always help here to have everything in order. And you may not know it, but the police aren't the most trustworthy group to deal with. Dana won't even ask for directions from them on the streets...imagine then how we felt when we were told to go there for help with registration...
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