|Snapping postcard pics are just too easy with St Basils|
The Cathedral of St Basil's is in a strange location: it just sits by itself, all alone, in the middle of the street. And it was so ... colorful and weird and swirly and different! How did this happy-happy joy-joy whimsy end up here, in the heart of stone-cold conservative Russia of all places?!
|Ivan reacts after learning his nickname|
I stared up the different colored onion bulbs and couldn't help but think of Willy Wonka. The first was undoubtedly green apple, the second blueberry cream, the 3rd, well, hmm.. maybe something that I coughed after my first taste of Russian herring.
|The crayon-colored ceiling panels|
|St Basil ceiling|
|Striking blue mosaics of St Basils|
|The author, perhaps over-embracing his 10% Russian heritage|
|Impressive Kremlin walls. Keebler elves man the parapets, I'm sure of it|
|Secret golden dome stash|
|Ivan's Cock and Balls... er... sorry misread it. "Tsar Cannon" apparently|
And so, after reveling in the Tsar riches of the Kremlin, it was off to see the real Moscow! More goodies await!