The Kremlin in Izmailovo, next to our hotel.

We headed back into the centre of town to see Lenin’s memorial (which has his frozen body), as it had been closed on the other days of our visit.

The Kremlin looked like something from Narnia.

Unfortunately, Lenin’s memorial was still closed on New Year’s Day (contrary to online reports).

But it was worth coming in to see the white blanket over now familiar landmarks.

I think I’m a wee bit obsessed with St Basil’s Cathedral.

The Christ Savior Orthodox Cathedral was glorious across the road as we waited to enter the Pushkin.

It had been dark for a long time by the time we left the gallery. We headed straight to Gorky Park; the Muscovite equivalent of a Winter Wonderland.

An enormous field of rather sad looking snowmen greeted us.

Making up for the missed childhood photo op.

Unfortunately, the incredible looking ice skating arena was closed for the day. We were disappointed, but not as much as the hordes of Russian families with ice skates. I can’t figure out why so many attractions in Moscow publicise old opening hours, or don’t put holiday season closures on their website. It does get a little frustrating!

The ice we’d hoped to skate on…

Ah well. Nothing like a mulled wine in a cute little pop-up café to make up for it.

Our train left Moscow just before midnight, bound for St Petersburg. I love sleeping on trains, knowing I’ll be hurtling across the countryside while I sleep.