A hard day's evening in the very centre of Moscow, on Chistye Prudy. Walking along the houses I have seen so many years ago, when I was photo-hunting. The lions. The not-so-dark, wonderful dusks. Chime. Tinkling, magical noise.

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Underground. A young lady -- blue coat, blue balloon in her hands and light blue eyes, so light and blue that they seem to blind you. A bit clumsy.