One of the most beautiful things of Russia: witnessing couples’ intimate moments during the two-three minutes of a subway escalator trip. I remember them since the earliest of my childhood… This was part of an urban every day life, so common, we never thought much of it. Once the USSR collapsed and Western tourists started visiting, I remember them referring to “kissing Russians” as the landmark and another reason to take a subway trip.
So grateful I had a chance to witness this during my early years and form the early patterns of people relating to one another…
The end of my sartorial reign over a five-year-old.
In the evening we lay out an outfit for my daughter to wear the following day in kindergarten. My reign is over and she makes her own choices. I serve as the advisory board. Yesterday daddy put the kids to bed and he is a much more lenient advisory board. By the time I got upstairs for […]