July 25, 1998, Saturday
A nine-hour flight on Scandinavian Air landed me in
My room on the nineteenth floor had an old refrigerator that worked and a very ancient bathroom and fixtures that surprised me because they also worked. The bedding and mattress had seen better days—probably in the days of Catherine the Great.
On the hotel elevator an elderly woman traveling with a group from
Pedestrians weren’t permitted to cross the busy streets. It was necessary to walk down steps and cross under the street through a tunnel and ascend more steps emerging close to the square. Most of the buildings surrounding the square were of red brick with intricate sculpture surrounding the windows and eaves. The most spectacular structure was a temple with several towers capped with domes, each dome a different design.
The taxi driver couldn’t speak English so I was left to wonder what the buildings were that we passed. The desk clerk was an efficient middle age squarely-build Russian woman who spoke good English with an accent. A German business woman from
At the hotel money exchange window the women gave me 210 rubles for $35. 00. That is six rubles to $1.00.
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