Blatant click bait. Sorry. Not really. You should know better.
Well, now that you’re here, you might as well have a gander at the wares. It’s all for Movember. A post everyday for the month. Consider a dollar per post! That’s a fair deal. It’s more work than you think! Plus growing a super tash and working to raise awareness about important men’s health issues? Certainly worth a dollar a day.
Anyway, I was recently back in Mother Rus as part of a Burlington Yaroslavl Sister City delegation. A lot of the photos and info from my recent trip that trip can be found on the our Facebook page.
As a short Sunday evening post, I thought I’d share with you a few favorites from my own amateur efforts.
The captions have a touch of info about each. Enjoy!
Metro Station Chisty Prudy in Moscow wins the Most Improved award. It looks so open and so well designed. Imagine two walls of shitty shops on each side of this square. It’s hard to, really. That’s how it used to look. It was a bracing process for the shop owners (they were hardly warned) but it certiainly looks nicer to see it the way the designers designed it.
Built in the late-1700s the Church of Elijah the Prophet has this interesting painting on the ceiling. It’s supposed to represent the Volga river spanning the globe. Notable because they already knew the globe was round, the guide said. I’m not sure when that was debunked.
A church in Dyatlev, outside of Yaroslavl. What a day that was…I lit a candle for Dad in there.
A hardware store of particularly busy proportions. Love it.
A tour of the house of Sobinov, a famous opera singer from Yaroslavl, ended with a musical interlude. Striking. Notable in this shot is the US Ambassador to Russia in the background. He’s a big opera fan.
Rough Trans. “Together against corruption” LOL
Travel companion and all around good guy, David Seaver, getting snappy on the O2 Lounge roof.
The Church of Elijah the Prophet in Yaroslavl. Russian chruches can be very overwhelming. I’m told that was part of the design. God is a pretty overwhelming presence, too.
Meeting what my niece call “che bububa” on the streets of Kamagersky was great…until Che pulled back the wrist of his glove to show me rolled up bills, implying I should pay for the privilege.
Last but not least, BIKE PATHS! Cycling was beginning to take off when I left in Dec. 2014, but to see the infrastructure reflect this move away from car dependence is pretty special. There were even people using them!
My soviet wet dream—owning a Lada Niva. One day she will be mine. This exemplar was all tinted out and ready to roll DEEP!
If you had a player piano back in the day, this is what a CD or tape would look like. Just love the old writing on them.
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