No, it's not buds on the trees, a touch of warm sunshine on the face, a fragrant breeze in the air. No, the first signs of spring are the wild, often sloppy make-out sessions occurring in the Metro. On the Metro escalators. In the packed Metro cars. Men and women. Women with women. Yep, you read that right. We actually saw our first gay couple tonight. And they were having a ball from the looks of it.
Understand the contrast. Last week, sullen, miserable looking Moscovites, shuffling through the slushy streets of the grey metropolis. Today, after three consecutive days of sunshine, it's like Spring Break in Daytona. There's amore in the air.
Week 8 - Moscow continues to amaze.
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