"Mesdames et Messieurs, nous sommes arrivés à Moscou"

Air France does not welcome it's passengers to their destination, but states the obvious fact that they have, in fact, just landed there.
They're a nice bunch though, although once they'll be wearing those uniforms Christian Lacroix is designing for them they're going to look so much better.

Moscow is cold, hovers around the -10°C mark, and the ground is permanently covered with snow. The Red Square looks just magical and it doesn't feel that cold once you've been walking for half an hour or so. Sales all over, and Olga and Vladimir in full action spending their rubles on that pink coat from 3 seasons ago.
I quite like this place, as grey and surgically socialist it is, it's still great.