Beautiful Moscow! Rain brought wet leaves on rippled pavement, sputtering tin drainpipes the size of kitchen sifters, and strange new acoustics in the courtyard. The bus windows steamed to opacity and the bus roof dripped in places, halving the number of seats available. Ponds formed on the uneven sidewalks, forcing old and young to tiptoe along the curb, holding their umbrellas at arm's length, like tightrope walkers. At a demonstration on Pushkin Square, truckloads of young soldiers were crouched under tarps in the backs of their trucks, eating lunch spooned out by their apron-wearing comrades from the chuck wagon. Autumn seems to fit this city well.
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