Woke up this morning to the news that The 33 were all recovered from their earthen tomb. Celebrated with strong coffee and lemon tart. We finished packing, dressed and were out the door at 8:30 for the 9:00 train to the airport. It was a very, very cold morning with a strong wind making the walk to the station invigorating to say the least. The train took us mostly through seedy neighborhoods until we reached the outskirts of Moscow when the tenements turned into birch forests studded with dachas. Soon we came to a bend in the Moscow River where it connects to the Moscow Canal and there were two huge marinas with some of the most expensive boats I’ve ever seen anywhere. What a surprise.
The train deposited us right on time in the middle of the airport complex and we had a fifteen-minute indoor walk to our terminal, which was almost deserted. We breezed though immigration and security found that we still had two hours before the flight departed. I found a club that I didn’t have access to and just for the fun of it, decided to try to talk my way in. I did, much to Cindy’s delight since she really had no idea what I was doing. We whiled away the time there and had an uneventful trip to Zagreb. My oh my, what a city. I’ll write lots more about it tomorrow but it is a little gem. We got to the hotel, unpacked and Cindy dragged me to the Mimara Museum, which is as big as it is eclectic. Again, more tomorrow.
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| Mimara Museum, we did it all! |
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| Renoir, centerpiece of the collection |
We walked to the old city and finally just got back and we are really tired and have one hour to recover before we are picked up for drinks and dinner. Must go. Cindy and Wm
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