For one thing, we got to stay in the most ridiculously opulent hotel ever, the Radisson Royal. I know, I know, Radisson in the US doesn't exactly conjure images of grandeur, but this was no ordinary Radisson. As we finally made our way into the city after a very long drive from the airport, I pointed to an enormous building with gothic spires.
Me to John: "Ooooh, what's that?"
John: "Um, I think that's our hotel."
Me: "No way. That's not a hotel. That's a church or something."
John, pointing to the now very evident neon sign. "Nope, that's our hotel."
The Radisson Royal is actually one of Moscow's Seven Sisters. It sits on the Moskva River and was the perfect introduction to Moscow, if you ask me. We weren't inside the hotel for three minutes when I encountered this crystal-encrusted soccer ball.
|Tacky: adj. Marked by an obvious lack of style or good taste.|
But for all that, Moscow as a city was far more beautiful than I anticipated. Our visit to Red Square was disappointingly brief, and the image was somewhat marred by the light display currently set up in the middle of the square, but nevertheless, it was worth the 45-minute walk in heels.
|St Basil's Cathedral, plus a lot of ugly cranes.|
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And the good news is that whenever I'm ready for an escape from "reality," Moscow is just a short flight away.