ReviewIn my youth I remember stopping by Moscow twice as we flew Aeroflot to London. We had to transit for 2 days in the middle of winter. The glass chambered airport with pale faced soldiers, which we took forever to clear and the stark hotel which we took forever to reach, will be forever embedded in my memory. Then there was the tasteless, bony, anorexic chicken with some watery rice dinner, that was included as part of the hotel stay. Later, visiting the colorful St. Basil’s Cathedral and once again seeing the cold, solemn-faced russkies. It was a good opportunity to catch a rare glimpse of USSR then.