I really have nothing substantive to say in this post; both jet lag and the brain-taxing involved in communicating in my very bad Russian mean there’s not much verbal there there right now. Until I’ve emerged into the land of capable thought, here are some literary photos from Moscow.
Gogol graces his own park– and lent his name to the street where I’m staying!
I’ve also come across two likenesses of Pushkin.
And then I have to appreciate dedicating a sculpture to an “academician.”