It was such a glorious day and we had fallen so madly in love with Moscow that we decided just to take the metro to downtown and wander off. I have to admit, I was a little bit taken aback by what I saw at this plaza. It was similar to some things I had seen in New York, London, Paris...any big city, really, but with a twist. Red, green, yellow wigs, impossibly high stilettos, funky-looking boots, gothic make-up, EMOs, and this red-faux-leather-clad chick, among dominatrices, divas, and a middle-aged woman in a naughty school girl outfit. It occurred to me that maybe, just maybe, Russians celebrated Halloween in September.
I asked around but no one, NO ONE, seemed to speak English. We grabbed two Baltikas and sat atop a concrete fence overlooking the plaza. Everyone was drinking in public and there was no police force around, a fact about Russian life I found incredibly refreshing.
Half-way through our Baltikas, a group of young women took over our spot (Russian definition of personal space is different from mine). I asked yet again: "Do you girls speak English?" One of them said yes (she said "da") and I asked her what was going on.
Anime convention. She said. Don't you have them in your country? she wanted to know.