You never know what you're gonna get

I know I’ve been sparse lately. But unlike earlier this year, it’s because I’ve been so busy doing this crazy thing called living life. Oh Moscow. You are truly one of a kind. 

In a city where I consume enough secondhand smoke that I'm convinced I'll need the patch just to leave, where the old security guard at your church can send you in a panic trying to figure out what you've done wrong when he simply said "good afternoon", and where you have contests to see who can make the most babushky (old, Russian grandmas) smile at you, step outside on a the weekend and you're sure to be in for a show.

A few notes.

1. I'm not going for an award in cinematography. Don't judge. I may have started bopping a little with the camera in hand.
2. Bet your toe started to tap without your consent.

3. Those American Indians are singing in Russian (although I think the song before I started recording may not have been).

4. The men in ties were legit and basking in how long we were their audience. They even took requests. 

5. The dancers. At least people are enjoying it

I’m not sayin’; I’m just sayin’.