…Here is Moscow, the largest metropolis of Europe, a gigantic colourful market of oriental colours towards which all of the paths and peoples of Russia converge. Moscow does not care about the reputation of a « trading » city which the jealousy of the people of St. Petersburg attrribute to it. Moscow has, in fact, always been less concerned about its image than its power. And this power is enormous.
Since 1991, the revival has been launched at hell-for-leather speed and the political and economic capital of Russia seems to go faster than time itself in order to reinvent a destiny, a fortune, the Latinists would say. Whatever the price there is to pay! Nowhere else are the contrasts so striking, from the cranes which sweep the sky of the historical centre, the golden domes of the monasteries which are situated alongside ultramodern buildings, the limousines of the "Новые русские" which pass out in a shot the old Soviet jigouli and when the outlying dachas become overpopulated towns, the centre sees new shop windows born nearly every day. An incredible energy. A frenzied energy. To such an extent that it becomes difficult to refind your feet after only a few months’ absence! Moscow, you either love it or hate it. Often both at once. But it always fascinates. Luxury is king, intelligence is supreme and passion vibrates everywhere. Nights out there are wilder than elsewhere and experienced as you go along, the Moscovite escapades become almost moving. Because Moscow is also this simple and country girl, who loves being heard singing old refrains, who loves this student come from Siberia and who has casually collected all of the Russian art in Tretiakov.