Moscow is for Lovers

On a steel structure in the middle of a walking bridge, hundreds of Moscovites have gone with their lovers and locked a padlock in a symbolic show of their commitment to each other. But that’s not why I think Moscow is for lovers. Most Russians are bored by such acts and instead prefer the instant gratification of sloppily kissing, heavy petting, and slightly undressing in public. I didn’t understand it at first, but I’ll guess it has something to do with the common Russian home not having a basement. For whatever reason, Moscovian parks are full of couples rolling around together in the grass, kissing atop bridges over looking the Moscow River and more-than-tenderly embracing each in front of St. Basil’s. On account of the extreme beauty on the Russian women, admittedly I did feel a little jealous at first but it didn’t take long before Peter and I met two Turkish girls in the Tretyakov museum. Suddenly Moscow wasn’t so lonely. We never made it to this extreme, however. This wonderful couple is a prime, albeit extreme, example of the love out in the open in Moscow. It’s certainly the exception and not the rule of Moscovian PDAs but these two are most certainly in love. Or just really drunk and in lust. Either way, Moscow is for lovers.