Yesterday was a holiday. The kids had school, but The Spouse did not have to go to work. So after an early morning coffee with a girlfriend, I met him in Red Square.
I'm sorry, but that does sound exotic, doesn't it? I met him in Red Square. I'm gonna miss getting to say things like this after we've left Moscow.
We decided to go here:
This is the Moscow State Historical Museum on Red Square. You can read about it here. And here. The official website is here, but it is only in Russian. Not much help to the tourist. Screw you, tourist! Learn Russian like the rest of us!
This is the ticket to the museum, front and back:
Russia can be like that. Often doors into museums and churches are so NOT marked as to seem inappropriate to walk through. This one was an exception, however. Anyone--even the Russian-language-challenged tourist--can easily see where to enter. And the nice lady taking tickets will very helpfully explain that you need to go up the stairs and keep turning left to follow the exhibit in a logical order.
"Go up, up, up. Then left, left, left," she told us.
"She sure was nice," I said to The Spouse as we went first to the coat check. He agreed.
"Too bad she didn't speak a word of English," I pointed out.
Russia isn't always user-friendly. I sometimes wonder what my mother-in-law, for example, would do if someone dropped her into Russia, and she decided to go visit the Moscow State Historical Museum on Red Square by herself. She probably would see the exhibit all backwards or something.
In fact, we did go through the top floor of the museum the wrong way. We regressed from just before the Revolution to the War of 1812 or so.
We realized this as we were standing in front of a display case.
"Oh. Hey. The peasants are revolting," I said.
Without missing a beat, The Spouse replied, "Yeah, and you don't smell so good yourself."
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