Moscow, once the seat of the Russian czars, proudly wears its tiara of onion domes, armed with intimidating buildings, dressed in varied colours of pastels- marching on a strong foothold in history. It has a story to tell- of its captures and horrified tortures, of autocracy and then its transformation into a powerful democracy (or whatever version of it exists as of today) and of still keeping true to its basic communist nature. Every little detail of the city is symmetrically aligned, which can be noticed in the layers of manicured trees planted accurately on either side of the road or even a monument – as if like obedient soldiers aline on a command. But the symmetry feels very organic to its design and surrounding.
I have to admit, that unlike any of my earlier travels, I was quite nervous about my trip to Russia. Despite minutely planning every little detail (yes, I am a control freak!), I was unsure of how the trip will turn out to be, thanks to the media playing Russia out as the antithesis to a travel paradise, also there had been a blast in St. Petersburg and Moscow just days before our travel, and the language barrier seemed pretty large!