More than Moscow, it is the Russian soul, the culture, the generosity, the enthusiasm and the sadness of the Muscovites, in which I sometimes find myself, that attracts me. These churches from which serious songs escape, these galleries with astonishing collections, this metro where each station is a real museum, these wide and grey avenues... It is always moving to know that this people has seen everything in such a short time, like this Babushka whom I had the pleasure of meeting in the empty kitchens of the Kremlin and who has been feeding for the last 35 years all those who have made and unmade the history of this country.
Moscow is a city full of memories that seem to live every day to the melancholic rhythm of a bow creaking on a violin string...