Everyone
warned me that the weather in Moscow would be terrible. That’s why the plane
ticket is so cheap, everyone pointed out; who else is crazy enough to go to
Russia at the end of February? “We hope you have a good coat,” they said.
Well, I do have a good wool jacket, in fact, and I wore many, many layers, and gloves, and earmuffs. And between the coat and all the layers and the gloves and the earmuffs, I was perfectly comfortable.
Well, I do have a good wool jacket, in fact, and I wore many, many layers, and gloves, and earmuffs. And between the coat and all the layers and the gloves and the earmuffs, I was perfectly comfortable.
Most of my trip, the temperature hovered just at zero degrees Celsius, or one degree below, during the day. That’s pretty cold . . . but it was sunny, and there was no wind. The absence of wind makes a huge difference.
Given that I was getting over a fever, I actually found the crisp, cold, sunny air refreshing. The weather was absolutely not an issue. (The last day, it snowed a bit, but not enough to get in my way.)
The fact that my boots were extraordinarily uncomfortable for long-term wear was a much bigger problem than the weather.
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