My Man Purse

Seeing more and more men with their man purse led me to go shopping for one yesterday. The ones I really wanted were too little for my iPad, so I ended up with one rather larger than I had hoped. But it fits nicely on my shoulder. 

We had dinner at Cafe 24. I was reminded again of the great care Russians seem to take with vegetables. But even the good cooks at 24 could not do much with Russian beef. It is often tough. Pork is a lot more popular here, and I can see why. For dessert I had one of my daughter's uneaten cottage cheese pancakes with of course sour cream as syrup. I can see your eyebrow going up with my description, but it is very good. 

After eating while waiting for Elena and my daughter to finish their shoe shopping, I sat in the corridor of the retail area. I noticed again the rather odd pointy shoes that seem to be the height of Russian men's fashion. No, no, a thousand times no, I will not buy any! I kept expecting several Russian Men to join hands and sing "We represent the Lollypop Guild, the Lollypop Guild, and we wish to welcome you to Munchkin Land."

I guess the shoes are not that bad, but in some ways Russia seems as strange as Oz. It will take some getting used to if we continue in our plans to spend the summer here in 2013. As enjoyable as the trip has been, I must agree with Dorothy, "There is no place like home." I am even looking forward to work.