Midnight enigma in downtown Moscow
Three nights walking the commercial boulevards in Moscow, three nights the horseback riders made their appearance. Girls on horses. Clip clop, clip clop, right on the sidewalks, among the midnight passers-by. On the first night one of them asked me for money — I didn't have any money changed into local currency yet so I gave her nothing. Tough luck.
This all leaves me with a few unanswered questions.
What the hell was that all about, riding horses on downtown Moscow's sidewalks? Are those girls walking their extra-large house-pets at night? Are they elite of tramps, the cavalry of beggars? Noblewomen? Is this posh leisure, green locomotion, fucking coolness, extreme-sport, fashionable eccentricity?
Regardless of what their story might be, the urban riders are — at least for me — part of brand Moscow.