A perfect October weekend. The leaves are in their last moments of color. The street sweepers are doing multiple sweeps a day, with their "wicked witch of the west" brooms, and it was warm and sunny.
Like me, I met up with many other Muscovites in one of the parks. The park was full. Sokolniki Park is in the center part of the city. It abuts a very large national park. I have been eyeing a bike at the local sports shop - hoping it goes on late season sale for next spring.
This par, Sokolniki, is a full service facility - amusement park, restaurants, exhibition halls, sports arena and miles and miles of paths for doing everything. And absolute solitude. I wandered off and you very quickly appreciate the quiet and serenity.
As one of the world's monster cities, Moscow never sleeps and quiet in not a word that I think of often when I think of being here. In the park it was queiet and calm. You could find your own little piece of the forest to just sit, take in the sun and enjoy the quiet - and there was more than enough room for all of us that wanted to enjoy those moments. Picnics everywhere.
And as I wandered I came across another church, all wood, in the middle of the trees. Very much like the others but with a rustic interior design - no brass but lots of wood and ceramic structures with all the pictures and candles.
On my wander home I stopped at a kiosk for some water and a young guy from Belarus stopped me after heard me fumbling around inside and wanted to walk with me and practice his English. I am not sure he understood I was going to keep walking and walking. We had a great chat. He wants to get a job with an English speaking Company when he finishes his architectural studies. His English teacher told him to find people to talk to. It is always a challenge because they so often learn British English here so the Midwestern USA sound is almost another language.
He has Australia in mind as a spot to go when he finishes up - smart young guy!
And just like all the other kiosks on the street I ran across a small old church in the middle of the road - must have been the first kiosk here.
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