Wednesday morning began with leftover baklava from the night before. There's nothing like sticky, honey-covered hands and coffee in the morning.
While Tyler went to work, I went back to where I had been the day before, the Pushkin Museum. Only this time I went to a neighboring building, where the Impressionist art is housed. Monet, Renoir, and Degas are all in attendance.
I was really impressed with the Pushkin Museums. The collections are vast and varied, offering something for everyone. It's a place I'll return to whenever I'm back in the city.
It's hard not to pass by Red Square on your way to anywhere in Moscow, especially if you're on foot. It has a way of drawing you in, for me mostly because of the ice cream and gourmet food shops, but this time a year there are also blooming gardens nearby.
I popped into G.U.M., the luxury shopping center that can swallow you up if you're not careful, in its exanpsive layout.
While Louis Vuitton and Prada are out of my price range, G.U.M. does sell pretty decent ice cream for the low price of 50 roubles (less than a dollar).
I indulged in my pre-dinner treat before I met Tyler for dinner. We were told by friends that Danilovsky Market couldn't be missed, so after a short metro ride, we arrived at the large indoor market.
Anything you could ever need to prepare a meal is sold here, but if you don't feel like cooking, food stalls line the perimeter.
We stopped as soon as we spotted a Vietnamese place, the only stall with a line.
It was absolutely delicious! I highly recommend a trip here if you ever find yourself in the city. Not in the mood for Vietnamese? Then you'll have to settle for Italian, Indian, Chinese, Japanese, or Uzbek, just to name a few.
Dinner at Cafe Bo
Nem ran (crispy rolls)
Mien xao (glass noodles)
Goi Cuon (spring rolls)
We walked home in the late evening's sunset and once again soaked in every ounce of the city.
The bedroom window faces east, in fact all of the windows do, so we get the sun as soon as it rises at 4am, which while it wakes me up, lulls me right back to sleep, like a cat basking in the light.
The city had transformed back into a blue covered beauty while we slept.
I laid out the previous day's bakery purchase, along with some oatmeal and fruit for breakfast.
As soon as we finished eating, we jogged down the nine flights of stairs, not having the patience to wait for the elevator, to enjoy the gorgeous day.
We walked right back to the square in order to see Lenin's tomb. It's only open a few days a week, from 10am-1pm. There is typically a line, but we didn't wait more than 20 minutes before we were in. Once past the guards and metal detectors, you walk along the Kremlin wall, by the graves of such people as Joseph Stalin, Leonid Brezhnev, and Georgy Zhukov. Inside the tomb itself, pictures are STRICTLY forbidden. (Tyler witnessed a guy being dragged out a few years ago for snapping a shot, so I locked mine up in my purse to hinder any temptations.)
The structure to the right houses Lenin and behind it is the Kremlin wall, with famous Russian's buried in it and just outside of it.
Lenin lies encased in glass, giving spectators a 360° view of the Soviet Union's former leader.
Within a minute you're back outside and walking along the Kremlin wall again until you're in the center of Red Square once more.
We stopped at small store for some picnic provisions, which we very happily ate on a park bench, while simultaneously working on our tans.
I spent the rest of the afternoon window shopping, strolling the parks, and people watching.
In the evening, we met friends for drinks and then Tyler and I went for a long walk, catching the last sun as it draped over the buildings.
The city was still very much alive as we made our way back to the apartment. When the temperatures start to creep into summer, everyone comes out to walk the streets and take advantage of all that Moscow offers, something we continued to do in the coming days.