Moscow by night..flight!
(I evidently didn't took this one..though I confess I had loved to)

This blog was never meant to be a diary, where I would confess my every day thoughts und meaningless adventures. I thought about it more as a Mood board where I’d publish reflections and scribble anecdotes…
I’m relieved about this choosing…now that half the office read it and made some hints about it…no naughty thoughts or suggestive casualties feeds their imagination! sorry guys !

The past three days the sun was shining, bright and sincerely in the moscovite skies…Damn! The city’s aura is radically different! Long shadows and a range of colors unseen previously, finally gave me the feeling that this city isn’t only about drastic and desperate contrasts.
There is an ambivalent charme about Moscow that emanates at the first ray of light - pleasant…
Nevertheless, I didn’t discover the hidden beauty of it (– yet !), no lovely neighborhood to run to on a depressive sunday, no harmonious old town to run for shelter !
Just a few cozy bars scattered along those endless boulevards without any personality…

Maybe it’s the nostalgia talking..

Here’s an interesting article for those who have time..
http://www.liberation.fr/transversales/grandsangles/236096.FR.php