The real Museum highlight of the Russian trip was our morning in the New Tretyakov Gallery, whose relationship to the old Tretyakov not unlike that of Tate Modern to old Tate. That is to say it basically houses 20th century and later art. And you can get there easily by Metro, so enjoying that experience on the way. I liked the figure of a studious intellectual lady at our local stop.
The thing that took us to the Tretyakov in the first place was the display of time-expired Soviet statuary in the garden. And this was indeed good, especially in the snow. But it wasn’t quite as good as what I saw in the equivalent in Sofia a couple of years ago (the Moscow ones were a bit too tended to match that neglected, nostalgic, Sofia feel).
But slightly more of a surprise was the extraordinary paintings and ceramics inside the gallery. My knowledge of twentieth-century Russian/Soviet art is a fairly bog standard one – Malevich, Kandinsky and Chagall come to mind, but beyond that things get a bit uncertain.