Six days and 9,289 kilometers later – YOU HAVE ARRIVED. Moscow,
Moskva, Moscú, or if you’re from Vietnam, MAT-XCO-VA!!!!
The Moscow Metro... one of the highlights of this city (the stations
are spectacular). Below, Krasnopresnenskaya.
Ploschad Revolutsi – built in 1938, and near the Red Square. The highlight here are the bronze statues. Below, the Soviet Jock.
The Scholar. Decades later, he’s still trying to finish reading War & Peace.
The Mother & Child.
The Students. “Where the hell is Guatemala?!”
ART, at the Tretyakov Gallery.
I’m walking around and turn a corner and BAM! see this ridiculously massive statue in the middle of the river (can’t even fit the whole thing in the picture). Immediately I recognize it as Christopher Columbus standing atop a Spanish caravel, but that makes absolutely no sense. What the hell is he doing in Moscow? So I check out the guidebook and actually it’s Peter the Great. Alright, my mistake.
Later on I learned there’s this artist that is always getting commissioned by the city to make sculptures… not because he has any talent or anything, but simply because he always delivers on time. Anyway, this giant statue actually WAS once upon a time Christopher Columbus. Someone else had commissioned the sculpture, but backed out last minute. The artist had already finished it and wanted to get it off his hands, so he ended up selling it to Moscow and just swapped the head.
The rest of my Moscow visit became primarily nocturnal and thus undocumented, so we’re getting to that moment when I have to say,
THE END.
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