So, what did my friend and I decide to do this time? Well, we thought we’d take a trip in her new car to Klin, a small town 90km north of Moscow to visit Tchaikovsky’s country estate. Despite trying to persuade some male friends to join us, we set off on our own. Briefly debating whether such a museum would be open on a public holiday, we came to the logic and obvious conclusion that it would be, as it would make a lot of money.
This was, however, British logic. A far different beast to Russian logic.
After the one and a half hour drive (including a minor detour that the sat-nav took us on...) we arrived to find it closed! Кошмар!
... And the war memorial hidden therein.



A wander around the outside of the fence in the beautiful sunshine, and happening across a pretty little church meant it wasn't a completely wasted trip, but lesson learnt! Next time, we will certainly be more prepared.
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