To indulge fully in the 60s Moscow is to embrace the paradox: the first man in space and the first cracks in the Iron Curtain. The city smells of lilacs and lies, of borscht and bravery. So raise a glass of Sovetskoye Shampanskoye . Listen to the last tram rattling across the Moskva River. Watch a young couple kiss under the neon of Komsomolskaya Square . This is not capitalism. This is something stranger: a moment when millions believed that socialism could have jazz, poetry, concrete flats, and a human face. The indulgence was not in things, but in the intoxication of maybe .
It lasted just long enough to be remembered as a legend. Soviet Moscow -Sovetskaa Moskva- 60-e- -Full In...
