Someone has asked me about Russian ice-cream. So, I am using this as an excuse to show the grumpiest woman in the world, she who sells ice-cream - very good ice-cream - outside the gorgeous Gastronom No. 1/ гастпроном in GUM.
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.