Trekhprudny Lane

Suddenly, Moscow seems to have become surly. Is it the snow and sleet? The scant daylight? Sunday we were asked to leave the Tretyakov Gallery ("Everyone loves children," snapped a curator, "but we do not come here to listen to them."). Yesterday while walking dogs from the shelter I had several run-ins with snarling locals (the dogs were of course cheerful and polite). In any case, Thursday morning we leave for a long weekend in Amsterdam and I will be grinning all the way up to our cruising altitude, outta here.