Mmm. Russia isn’t anyone’s idea of a great place to de-stress these days, is it? War… invasions… questionable allies… political incorrectness up the yin-yang…nasty stewardesses on Aeroflot… I mean, how do you spell anxiety in Cyrillic?
Perhaps the path to inner peace in Russia is not through its heart, but its stomach. Look around on your next real or virtual visit to the Matryoshka Motherland, and feast your eyes — and your soul. Much of its two urban gems, Moscow and St. Peterburg, are pretty enough to eat. And when I say “pretty,” I mean that the czars of times past didn’t exactly hold back on the sumptuous domes, cake-grade colors, and sugary paint. So the next time Putin’s ugly mug gives you indigestion, try biting off a piece of Russia’s calorie-laden beauty… your blood pressure (if not your glucose levels) will plummet.
The Bolshoi ballerinas don’t eat much, but you can gorge on their pastel palace (The Bolshoi Theater, Moscow)