I don't know why, but I thought that because Russians celebrate Christmas on January 7th (based on the Russian Orthodox calender), Moscow would not be full of Christmas tat like everywhere else European. But I was wrong. The place is ablaze with baubles. And with the worst of UK Christmas pop songs. And with fat red Santas and various other sentimental figurines. Bah humbug.
I am an accidental Muscovite, swopping a lifetime in London for Russia. Join me in the confusions, pleasures and - hopefully - moments of insight that going somewhere else can provoke.
and the follow-up...
If you have enjoyed this blog, then come and visit me elsewhere - now I have found myself accidentally in Sydney, Australia. This is a city that seems very straightforward on the surface - so I hope to look behind appearances.