I had the pleasure of a wander round Moscow in early February. I cris-crossed the city on the oh-so-wonderful metro, whose stations are mostly beautiful, unique, and yet with a consistency of style.
The metro is retro in a hardy kind of way, and it's only really let down by the lack of information in the stations - and a notable paucity of benches.
From ornate domed halls and tunnels with chandeliers, to stark art deco signage and tributes to cosmonauts, what a great achievement, so utilitarian, so absolutely vital, so efficient, so egalitarian, and with such style and artistic merit, it is one of the USSR's great legacies in my opinion.
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| Not the USSR's legacy |
I enjoyed this unassuming church, which managed to convey solemnity while wearing bright red;
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| A birch lined park walk. |
I also enjoyed a birch lined park walk, whereupon I came across my favourite bench.
I love the way a bench can be space-aged; that the park is slightly unkempt; and that the towers were built according to Orwell's blueprint.
The metro is retro in a hardy kind of way, and it's only really let down by the lack of information in the stations - and a notable paucity of benches.
From ornate domed halls and tunnels with chandeliers, to stark art deco signage and tributes to cosmonauts, what a great achievement, so utilitarian, so absolutely vital, so efficient, so egalitarian, and with such style and artistic merit, it is one of the USSR's great legacies in my opinion.
I love the way a bench can be space-aged; that the park is slightly unkempt; and that the towers were built according to Orwell's blueprint. 
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