The sky has settled daily into featureless grey with occasional offerings of snow.
On Saturday we took the metro to Gorky Park. We had visited Gorky Park previously, a few days after we arrived in late November. Not much happening then. A dull place.
|The entrance to Gorky Park|
Gorky Park is about 1.5 kilometres from Red Square, on the opposite side of the Moscow River. It is the first part of a narrow green belt that runs west along the southern shore of a long bend in the river, ending at Sparrow Hills.
The tame and pleasantly wooded Sparrow Hills is a wilderness compared to the ornamental gardens of Gorky Park.
But from the bleak urban landscape of November, Gorky Park has now transformed into a cheerful little winter world.
|"But Dad, I thought there was only one Ded Moroz!"|
|OK, so Santa can't skate.|
|And when I've pushed this one over, you're next, Pinky|
|Boy meets Mammoth|
|Wendy meets Moose|
|That's enough for this post.|
Follow this link for the location of Gorky Park on Google Maps
beautiful photographs, I hope to keep up with your daily explorations from tomorrow onwards. Wendy is lucky to have such a wonderful guide! CorinnaReplyDelete
Awesome blog! Stumbled on it while googling for a potential upcoming winter vaca to Russia...ReplyDelete
Thanks for traveling to Volvograd and make the city more tangible. The place look very gruesome stillReplyDelete
When in the summer of 1941 the news came over the radio that the German army was marching into Russia, Hans`father wispered, then we will loose the war. Hans beeing 13 vears old got angry at his father and could not believe him. Even in January 1942 the fall of Stalingrad didn`t make him any wiser. the Führer would turn around fate with the new Wunderwaffe: victory is ours!
And now we look at destroyed cities again.
Thanks for the photos and the report. Corinna