This afternoon I took the Metro across to the north-eastern side of Moscow, to an area called Partizanskaya to a huge sprawling market the size of a village. I've found navigating the Metro and interpreting the cyrillic much easier now, after I've developed my own system for reading it. For example, something like Школа becomes Willy Wonka station. It's a little childish but it gets me from A to B.
|Crowds flow through Moscow's Metro.|
The market I went to was predominantly filled with tourist tat and bygone Soviet militarism, as well as arts and crafts, books and bric-a-brac. It was an open air museum-meets-jumble sale, housed in a strange Russian wooden Disney prototype, of fairytale towers and Grimm Brothers cottages. There were lots of old Soviet cameras, as well as various communist paraphernalia and military items, and had I only been here on a short holiday, I'm sure I would've bought a few things to take back home. There were even grenades, machine guns and mortar rounds, I assume all decommissioned and no longer live, but I wouldn't fancy bringing any of them through customs.
|Walking to the entrance of Izmaylovo market.|
|Old vendors playing chess|
|Old books for sale|
The market was a mixture of tourists and Russians, and reminded me a little of Camden Market in London. It's as much an attraction as it is a functioning market. There were quite a few Americans milling about, as well as a mixture of Europeans. I heard my first few British accents, both cases were middle aged couples rowing about something - I thought it sounded familiar.
|More dolls. I didn't buy any.|
|Kebab lads - 'Hello Boss, mixed doner and chips?' Not quite, but the patter was almost the same.|
|Partizanskaya Metro station.|
|Moving back through the Metro to my couch-surfing home.|
|My local neighbourhood.|