Going Underground

I've been fascinated with unusual undergrounds since being in my teens and had spotted the metro line here, steeped in history and Russian design. Now to persuade Rich I'm not just after a blip!

While Rich had a few more metres than me left in his feet last night, I checked the finer detail of visiting a couple of stations on the original 1955 red line. Not convinced of the timings, I had to use a few persuasion tactics without mentioning photography. We headed off swiftly after breakfast having realised yesterday that the system was fairly easy to master.

Neither of us were disappointed and in fact (dare I admit), both found it way more up our street than the Hermitage. Marble, granite and chandeliers. Metal carvings dedicated to industry and professions in socialist Russia and wonderful lighting made the three stations we visited really special. 

We realised we were doing well for time and took the extended option to the other end of Nevskiy Prospekt for another station mosey before meandering back along the buzzing high street and then a quiet side street for a lovely coffee stop - Russia serves caffeine well!

In yet more blue sky, we headed back towards our hotel, stopped for a great lunch and bartered for a couple of small, bright paintings of the Church of Spilled Blood before the final pack and cab to the airport.

In the end, we managed to learn thank you, good morning, good day and good evening, the bill, yes, no and goodbye.

...but don't ask me them tomorrow!