One lazy afternoon in Moscow, the wife, father-in-law and I decided to take a walk down the Malaya Ordynka and later found ourselves at the Tretyakov State Gallery.
By the time we got to the Phewa Lake, we did not get to see the amazing reflections, thanks to the earthquakes and landslides that occurred a few weeks earlier.
We biked our way from Suzdal, a pretty Russian village to another village called Kideksha, to take a look at a 900-year-old Church, one of the oldest in Russia. Here’s a glimpse of what we saw on that beautiful sunny day.
This month, the Trans-Siberian railway route celebrates 100 years of its existence and we got a chance to be a part of its century-old story.
Everything is bigger, grander and incredibly imposing in Russia. Anything of importance either reflects the sheer decadence of Tsarist opulence or the Soviet penchant for the grandiose.
The not-so-often seen side of The Church of the Savior on Spilled Blood, also known as The Church Resurrection of Christ.
It’s only when we reached the city of Kazan, our second stop on the Trans Siberian journey, that we were reminded of the Asia in Russia.
A vantage view of Nizhny Novgorod, birth place of Maxim Gorky, a meeting point of the Oka and Volga rivers and the first stop of our Trans-Siberian journey across Russia.
The Cathedral of Christ the Saviour, in Moscow has a troubled & fascinating past that dates back to the 19th century. A story as complex as the history of Russia itself.
For the next three months, Russia is our home, our office, our stomping grounds and our chance to explore a new land, culture and perspective.