An hours metro ride to go and see some Russians? That sounds reasonable. Unfortunately I was a little sick so the hours metro ride was followed by an hour of walking round, and then an hour of metro ride home. Both journeys punctuated by coughing fits.
It was worth it though. I love being by the seaside, and this was just wonderful. We had hotdogs from Nathan’s while watching a film being made, then we walked along the front to Brighton Beach.
This place combined my two great loves – Russia and Brighton. Sort of. The Russians were there in force, and there was beach, but where were the pebbles? Where were the hippies? Still, it was a great experience, walking round an all American looking place while hearing snatches of Russian phone conversations, watching elderly folk sitting around shooting the breeze in their swimsuits.