You can tell winter is coming in Russia by the measure of what you are wearing. I am now wearing a scarf, hat and gloves, which doesn't bother me but then I realise, its not the end of October yet! L says that you need lots of tights for the winter. She had come back from Shopping yesterday with about twenty pairs of tights, I kid you not. Also included was a pair of Ugg boots that can only be described as Afghan style, mother and daughter both have the same. I told L that it looked like a black version of Choco their Poodle. Choco at the moment is looking very shaggy and in need of a poodle haircut. I can't wait to see what she looks like.
Last Thursday I did a language exchange with a Russian lady I met. We met at the metro and I have learnt that you always meet inside as the majority of the stations are too big and have lots of entrances and exits. We went to an American style bar called Chesterfields and they already had a Halloween theme going on. It was meant to be quiet there but there was actually a Latin band playing with lots of very good Russian Salsa/Merenge dancers.
Afterwards we went to another bar, I can't remember the name but that it was new. We had to hand our coats in before being let up the stairs. The place was trying to model itself on a British style club but think it got lost somewhere in the translation. It was one of those places where you have to shout to speak to each other as the place is too small for the volume of the band. This time it was a dance style band and played anything from Lady Ga Ga to Robyn.
My Muscovite friend is a promoter for events in bars and clubs so knows everyone and is great at networking. We met some Italians and then we ran into this German guy and his friend, who was British and working for a telecommunication company, anyway, where was I, Oh yes this German guy. I don't think I got his name correct as when he told me it sounded like he was saying 'Reggae'. He was clearly after a Russian woman and at one point he had taken a stunning Russian girls' phone number but after she left to go to another part of the bar he couldn't remember what she looked like. The whole place had a School disco feel to it with the women dancing and the men standing on the edges, looking on.
With my lesson learnt about meeting in the metro I arranged to go out with two other governesses who I had met at the BWC coffee morning last Tuesday. After talking about our respective families it turns out I am first division and they are high up in the Premier League. Football terms seems the best way to describe the difference. Unfortunately I was running a bit late as the father 'A' was back and finally got a chance to talk to him, so this made me a bit late getting to the metro stop. Friday night = drunk Russians and D got accosted by a drunk Russian man thinking she was a lady of the night while waiting for me and P.
Today I went with P for a bit of sightseeing. The weather was gorgeous, very sunny and blue skies. We had a look round the GUM department store and decided to go into this fur coat and hat shop. Whatever you think about real fur, some of the coats were beautiful and we couldn't resist stroking them, but this irate Russian sales women starts shouting at us. We surmised that she was saying 'Don't touch', but that made it worse,and they were so soft. We left quickly as it was quite possible they were going to call the security guards to throw us out!
Here are some photos from today.
Kazan Cathedral. The sun on the icon is beautiful!
St Basil's Cathedral.
The Kremlin at Night.
Last Thursday I did a language exchange with a Russian lady I met. We met at the metro and I have learnt that you always meet inside as the majority of the stations are too big and have lots of entrances and exits. We went to an American style bar called Chesterfields and they already had a Halloween theme going on. It was meant to be quiet there but there was actually a Latin band playing with lots of very good Russian Salsa/Merenge dancers.
Afterwards we went to another bar, I can't remember the name but that it was new. We had to hand our coats in before being let up the stairs. The place was trying to model itself on a British style club but think it got lost somewhere in the translation. It was one of those places where you have to shout to speak to each other as the place is too small for the volume of the band. This time it was a dance style band and played anything from Lady Ga Ga to Robyn.
My Muscovite friend is a promoter for events in bars and clubs so knows everyone and is great at networking. We met some Italians and then we ran into this German guy and his friend, who was British and working for a telecommunication company, anyway, where was I, Oh yes this German guy. I don't think I got his name correct as when he told me it sounded like he was saying 'Reggae'. He was clearly after a Russian woman and at one point he had taken a stunning Russian girls' phone number but after she left to go to another part of the bar he couldn't remember what she looked like. The whole place had a School disco feel to it with the women dancing and the men standing on the edges, looking on.
With my lesson learnt about meeting in the metro I arranged to go out with two other governesses who I had met at the BWC coffee morning last Tuesday. After talking about our respective families it turns out I am first division and they are high up in the Premier League. Football terms seems the best way to describe the difference. Unfortunately I was running a bit late as the father 'A' was back and finally got a chance to talk to him, so this made me a bit late getting to the metro stop. Friday night = drunk Russians and D got accosted by a drunk Russian man thinking she was a lady of the night while waiting for me and P.
Today I went with P for a bit of sightseeing. The weather was gorgeous, very sunny and blue skies. We had a look round the GUM department store and decided to go into this fur coat and hat shop. Whatever you think about real fur, some of the coats were beautiful and we couldn't resist stroking them, but this irate Russian sales women starts shouting at us. We surmised that she was saying 'Don't touch', but that made it worse,and they were so soft. We left quickly as it was quite possible they were going to call the security guards to throw us out!
Here are some photos from today.
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