One of our favorite images of Uglich is the water color that we purchased
from the painter. The scene is that of the town as one approaches it from the river.
Thanks to our friend Peggy
Curry we have some other images of Uglich that capture our experience there. Here is
one image of the approach from the water ...

and here is a closer
view of the Church of St. Dmitry of the Blood (1692) As you can see, the brilliance
of the onion domes is often breath-taking.
As we arrived we were greeted
by a woman with the traditional gift of bread and salt, a Russian symbol of hospitality.
This goes back to the time of the czars when salt was very scarce and gifting someone with
it was a singular honor...
and, as at other ports, vendors were lined up along the path, from boat to
town, to sell their wares.
These girls were selling hot
pads.
Here is a sampling of wares
that were offered. You can see the linen tops on the left. Doesn't this young
vendor have a lovely face?
We visited a open market in town that was very similar to others we had
experienced except for a vendor who announced he was having a "K-Mart Blue Light
Special." He didn't appear to speak any other English, so it must have taken some
misguided American tourist a little while to help him master the phrase.
Other items for sale included
samovars, metal urns used for boiling water for tea.
Our primary memories of Uglich are of the orphanage. Here a
benefactor from Seattle,who had visited previously, came back to live and has built a
modern Internet cafe. Some of our group had known about the orphanage prior to our visit
and had brought clothing and other items that they donated to it at the end of the trip.
And here among Peggy's pictures
is a the beautiful face of a woman from whom Peggy bought flowers. She reminded
Peggy of the old Russia.
Russia is indeed a mixture of the old and the new... a phenomenon to be
discovered at almost every turn.
Leaving Uglich, we depart for our final destination, Moscow. But not
until a mini-crisis had been diverted. One couple missed the boat and as we were
pulling away from the dock, they ran down the path waving frantically. We had to
dock again, allow them to board and again depart. We were glad that they weren't
from our group.
As we drew nearer to our next stop, Moscow, we went through the locks of
the Moscow canal. It and the adjoining lake were constructed under order from Stalin and
the labor cost the lives of thousands of workers and prisoners.
On the outskirts of Moscow we saw some homes (some of which were very
nice) along the banks and were told that they were the summer homes of Moscow residents.
Many of these had been handed down through the generations and were treasured by the
families for the opportunity they afforded them to escape from Moscow's crowds and
pollution.