It feels special to be in a place where layers of history just sit there, unerased.
One of our friends back in Moscow was a good tour guide, and I mean good tour guide. A typical yarn from him, just walking along a random street: “That side there used to be a graveyard, as the area was being rebuilt they cut up the headstones and used them for curbs. One time me and a friend flipped one over - ” and he stops and points to a random curbstone with some old, old letters cut into it.
It feels special to be in a place where layers of history just sit there, unerased.
One of our friends back in Moscow was a good tour guide, and I mean good tour guide. A typical yarn from him, just walking along a random street: “That side there used to be a graveyard, as the area was being rebuilt they cut up the headstones and used them for curbs. One time me and a friend flipped one over - ” and he stops and points to a random curbstone with some old, old letters cut into it.