Ah, St Basil's Cathedral, most famed of all Moscow landmarks. Pallies Frank, Debbie and Dean pose in front of the cathedral. If I remember right, it was built by Czar Ivan the Terrible, to commemorate the birth of his only son (whom he later killed). It's beatiful, it's huge, and colorful. We voted that, if we had to be a church, we'd be this one. It's really that impressive. And on one side of Red Square, too. It's all a lot closer together than we'd imagined. Our hotel was right off Red Square, more expensive, sure, but worth it.

Pally Montgomery Clift standing near the steps of the State Historical Museum in Red Square. The barricades to the left are to block off Red Square for all the crowds there to see Lenin. There aren't any. The thing in the middle shaped like a step pyramid, that's the Mausoleum. In the background is the Kremlin Wall. Just imagine the hundreds of tanks rolling and soldiers marching through here on parades long past. . .

On the way out of Red Square, the State Historical Museum is on the left, a church is on the right, and straight ahead is the main gate, name 'a which I don't remember. Ringleader Frank corners Angie Dickinson, getting her opinion on what we oughta do the rest of the day, and promising her we'll get to have a picnic for lunch, scout's honor.

Before we could head out of Moscow into the surrounding area for our picnic, we had to track everyone down. Dino was, as usual, golfing, and it took a lot of persuasion to convince him to leave with us, never mind the fact that there isn't a golf course in downtown Moscow, much less a stone's throw from Red Square, in the shadow of Hotel Rossiya and the ancient house of the Romanovs. Ever-persuasive Frank told him about the lovely green meadows and wide open spaces around Novodevichye, our chosen picnic spot, and Dino agreed to come along. . .