Here is promenading on Tverskaya street in October 2024, last Saturday relative to date of this post, and mainly closer to city center.
Just some incidental photography - Red Square ahead
Mayor's residence
He built him a nice urban garden opposite across the street with our money.
Different types of craft honeys, tasted a pistachio flavored honey
Back to Arbat where live, at least part of the time
You will no doubt be pleased to know that a week or so ago - mid-February 2024 I think it was - I lunched in old Soviet style on some Chebureki though had wanted to have three plates of house Pelmenis - cooked, in broth, and fried - but they were off the menu for some reason, so had to settle for the Chebureki.
The place was the SSSR Chebureki house on the Arbat in Moscow.
This is not too special; usually I could do much better as regards eating out but, for the absence of the Pelmenis on the menu, ordered three Chebureki but was not particularly impressed as I know of a place or two where they are much better.
Also, had a dressed herring salad, aka "herring under a fur coat", "furred herring", a very small portion, I am afraid, and nothing too remarkable though like this dish as it's one of my favorites.
Washed down with a 0.5l of kvass.
But there was live music so got things going by ordering a song sung to self for 300 rubles only.
Soviet-themed interior.
Adjacent vistas.
Eternal peace and quiet will soon be brought to Ewerope and then to the United Estates and will reign supreme thereafter. Rest assured I am doing my little part in this great endeavor.
On May 3, 2023 was again "flaneuring" up and down the Arbat, Old and New, and so here are some pictures.
They fought for their country... they did indeed.
Lucky boot of Arbat, must polish it for luck.
Great man!
Lunch on a bench - what used to MacDonalds is now Tochka... two small hamburgers and some Sunrise cocktail, no alcohol.
Lavrov's professional residence.
Negroni.
A three-martini one negroni lunch
Novy Arbat.
Heroes.
Heroes of the Russian Federation... the highest degree and the best kind of hero. Period.
This is from my today's stroll around the Arbat here in Moscow, more of which later, I think.
