The book aptly described exactly what I
got at the Tretyakov Museum- 150,000 Russian works of art from the 11-20th centuries. To be
fair in the painting sections- I can account for only 2 paintings that were in
the 20th century…the rest were a lot of oils of csars and csarinas and their host of
related mates, an odd collection of paintings from Sicily and Uzbekhistan and
the odd bust of marble dotted around the place. Apparently there is a new part
of the museum hosting the Kadinskys and Chagalls which would have been
great….only problem is I couldn’t find anyone that spoke English and thus
couldn’t find this despite walking around the block several times. And no photos.
So i hit some food- order by picture in this country largely- but the cappuccino was pretty spectacular.
So then back to the Metro to hit the next sight.
Now, Im not really sure why the Metro is in here. True- its undoubtedly one of
Stalin’s greatest achievements. Its heated unlike London. It isn’t friendly to
tourists having all the information in cryllic and announcements as to names of
the stations only in Russian and poor if not non existant branding when you
arrive at the station, such that you are forced to clutch your 12 by 5cm
tourist map and vainly point in the dim light hoping someone can help you. In
the end I realized the secret….walk to the security guy who inverably is
standing by a map, point to the station you wanted to go to and gesture on your
fingers as to how many stops you needed to take to get to it (they have some
rather confusing interchanges) and then get the hand directions as to left,
right, left, left to get to the right platform.
So I went to the first one in the book- the
Komsomolskaya station which did duly feature “an enormous hall with Baroque
details and ceiling mosaics depicting Russian military triumphs.” Only problem
was as I was moving into position to take a photo of the military triumph some
Russian bore that I hadn’t managed to shake on the steps coming up kept on
trying to talk to me while his friend then came around the other side and
squeezed my bottom.
Great.
In my haste to escape them I bolted through the
doors and thus could only photograph the baroque ceiling…and the outside.
Next day I went back to photograph the wall
art at that stop- a nice scene of peasants working hard!!
After that a few random stops to see stuff,
albeit the book 1000 places to see before
you die recommends the Mayakovskaya and the Novosloboskaya stations. Sadly
due to lack of energy to go out in rush hour, then lack of a desire to go out
in the cold to get to the tube station….I saw neither.
However I did stop at a couple of cool ones
on the way to my flight which are photographed below
It is no doubt an engineering feat (London
hasn’t managed to heat its tube trains yet), detracted by the lack of English
speakers to help you read the cryllic as to where you are, and the Tretyakov sadly with all its paintings unexplained and all heavy oils just wasn't my thing.
So on balance, its a no!
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