We enjoyed catching up that night, then slept like logs after our journey! But back to the "being followed" part...so S realized there was a guy tailing us as we walked. So we stopped. So he stopped. (So, Firstborn and I were DYING! Was this awesome thing really happening to us?!) Then he made a phone call. Then we walked down the stairs to the subway. Then he walked down the stairs to the subway. Then we rounded a corner, and another man standing there snapped our picture. Tag teaming, I tell you! It was all terribly exciting, and we probably talked about it the entire day like we were in junior high. Just livin' the Moscow experience I tell ya!
The escalators in the subway were SUPER long.
And they were built in the early 1900's. They were SO beautiful and classy.
The guy with his back to us was the who followed us! I took his picture, too, when he passed us off, because I'm mature like that.
They really lived up to the stereotype I had for them. Lots of police. Lots of fur. Lots of hats. Lots of guns.