First thing any tourist should do once they arrive in Moscow is head to the Red Square, find out if the Lenin Mausoleum is open and pay their respects to their grandfather (in the USSR, Lenin was commonly known as Grandpa Lenin).
Ah the joys of capitalism, being able to take photos with Stalin and Lenin lookalikes.
The mausoleum is due to close in twenty minutes and the line is too long, the female officer manning the queue doesn’t let us in, even after I smile and tell her how pretty she looks.�
The state museum, located outside the Red Square.
Next stop, the Kremlin, it’s majorly expensive. I tell the girl I’m a student, she disagrees with my expired student card. I tell her I’m poor, she doesn’t care. I tell her I’m not a “Новый Русский” (New Russian, term for those that made millions after the fall of the USSR), much to the amusement of everyone else in the queue, but still, no discount. I pay the high price and enter defeated.
Tsar’s Cannon (never once fired).
Tsar’s Bell (was dropped once by interns, hence the broken piece).
One of the many churches housed in the Kremlin. It’s been converted to a museum. It’s hard to imagine that once upon a time, Moscow was only what was contained within the walls of the Kremlin.
St. Basil’s Cathedral. On it’s completion, Ivan Grozny had all of the master’s who worked on its construction blinded so such beauty could not be repeated. These days we’d just sue their company into oblivion.�
Here’s a monkey in a jacket and jeans, I don’t think he enjoys wearing human clothes.