Saturday, May 26, 2018

Mission: Find A Pottery Studio

The second day in Moscow did not start with as much energy as the first.  The jet lag hit much harder and despite the fact that the sun rose at 3:30am as it does every morning in Moscow, it just felt sooooo right to sleep until 1pm.  That might sound like it's a bit much, but Moscow is ahead of the East Coast by 7 hours.  In my body 1pm was feeling much more like 6am, a perfectly respectable time to wake up.

The late start resulted in a bit less time to see the sights of Moscow, but we did accomplish one very important goal: find Amanda a pottery studio.

Since Fritz will be in archives and working hard most of the time that we are here, I needed to find a way to productively fill my days.  Fritz suggested that I attempt, once again, to aligning myself with a local pottery studio.  It has worked so well in the past going from DC, to Berlin, and on to New Haven, so we figured it was worth a try in Moscow.  I stand by a statement that I find myself making over and over again: potters are the nicest people in the world.  And it seems the Moscow experience serves to reinforces this statement.

Both Fritz and I did some preliminary research on Moscow pottery studios.  There is one in particular that Fritz found 3 months ago, so I've been following them on Instagram since that time.  They are called Chamotte Bakery.  Based on their Instagram feed and website, I quickly arrived at the conclusion that they are awesome.  I sent Chamotte a few messages in the months leading up to our trip, but sadly, received no return response.  We thought it might still be worth popping by in person, but we spent the first part of the day compiling a list of alternative options. 

Our first stop was a small studio called жюль и верн (great example of the Cyrillic alphabet at its best - this is pronounced Jule ee (and) Vern.  The studio was located on the second floor on a building in the back of some kind of dress shop.  We had to walk past racks of dresses to reach the studio.  Upon being greeted by one of the employees, it became immediately clear that this was not going to be a realistic option.  I just don't have enough Russian language under my belt to fly in a studio where no one can speak English.  Scratch that... I don't really have any functional Russian aside from a few random expressions that are annoyingly at the front of my mind when I'm in the shower by myself, but oddly absent any time it would make sense to use them.  Fritz made a valiant effort of promoting my pottery skills and the idea that I could be helpful to the studio, but ultimately, Jules and Vern did not work out.

So the next stop was Chamotte Bakery.  For this we had to take the Metro since the studio is located on the opposite end of the city center and would have taken over 2 hours to walk there.  Since I've been following them on Instagram (click here for their feed), I had a pretty good sense of what the studio looked like from the inside, but Fritz and I were both a bit blown away by the outside of the building.

First of all, the building is HUGE and takes up an entire city block.  We later learned that it is an old electric plant.  The new electric plant is directly across the street and it seems the old one has been converted into various studio spaces. 

Old electric plant

We entered the first door we saw and were told by the guards that we needed to go in Door 3 for the pottery studio.  (By the way, nearly every public building in Moscow has security guards and metal detectors, though they don't really seem to be necessary.  It seems more like a way to provide employment opportunities.)

Entrance through Door 3 of the electric plant

So we left the first door and located Door 3, a slightly grander entrance than the first.  The entrance here was a bit more open with 2 small cafes - one on the left, one on the right - and a short staircase with a gate where 2 more security guards sifted through the arriving visitors.  We walked up and Fritz told them we were looking for Chamotte Bakery.  They asked for his last name, which he gave them and they waved him through the turn style.  I smiled and pointed at Fritz and they waved me through too.  Fritz remembered reading that the studio was on the 4th floor so we started walking up the steps of this gargantuan, ramshackle building.  Winding up the staircase and gazing down endlessly long hallways made me start to think finding Chamotte was going to be a real shot in the dark.  

On the top of the 4th floor we passed a man who seemed to be on his way down the steps.  Fritz asked in Russian if he knew where Chamotte Bakery was and the man, recognizing that we were not native speakers, immediately switched to English.  "It's down the hall.  Black door on the left."  He then told us there was no one inside, but he would be back in a minute and would be able to help us then.  He said his name was Denis, and turned to go down the stairs.  What luck!  Fritz and I had fortuitously bumped into an actual Chamotte Bakery potter! 

Our walk down this hallway was interesting... maybe even a bit creepy since we had no idea where we were.  Though it seemed clear that this electric plant has become a home to a variety of different artists over the years.  We passed a door to a wood working studio, a photo and video studio, and a few other visual art studios along with many unlabeled doors.  

Electric plant hallway

Not realizing Chamotte Bakery would be written in Russian, we walked right by it.  On both their Instagram page and personal website, their logo is always in English. 

Chamotte Bakery in Cyrillic

On the second pass we identified the black door mentioned at just about the same time Denis returned.  As we stepped into the studio, the immediate change in scenery from the poorly lit, industrial hallway to the bright, clean, creative space of the pottery studio was a breath of fresh air.  Clean painted white brick walls, large wooden tables for working, shelves upon shelves of pottery in process, green leafy plants, six pottery wheels, and floor-to-ceiling windows created an inspirational environment that would make any artist giddy with excitement.  This place was beautiful and brimming with creative potential!  

 Chamotte Bakery

Inside, we met another potter who was busily working on her own hand-built creations.  Her name is Dasha and she also speaks English quite well, though Denis said he and Dasha are the only English-speakers in the group.  I explained that I was a potter in the US and visiting Moscow for a month.  I was hoping to find a pottery community that I could be a part of for the time that I am in town and would gladly do anything around the studio to help out in exchange for some time on the wheel.  Wash floors, recycle clay, load kilns... anything that would be of value in a pottery studio.  Denis said that it would probably be no problem for me to work in the studio, however the main group of women who run Chamotte were away at a pottery event through the weekend.  They would be returning next week.  He said I should come back then and he would introduce me and I could get started.  

Denis, one of my first pottery friends in Moscow.  You can see his work on instagram @nok.cermamics.  He has a beautifully clean style. 

Dasha, is my other new Moscow pottery friend.  She is incredibly sweet and is very excited, in this photo, to be making her second plaster mold for one of her handmade bowls.  She gave me her business card and explained that she "mostly draws cats."  You can see her very cute, happy pottery on instagram @kudaria_ceramics

In conclusion, I'm trying not to count my chickens before they hatch, but it kind of feels like I might have just been accepted into Chamotte Bakery!  Woooohooo!!  Potters really are the nicest people in the world!  

Fritz and I spent the rest of the day walking around Moscow and eventually ended up in another of Moscow's lovely parks.  

Moscow Hermitage Garden  

The Veranda Restaurant

We tried to get dinner at The Veranda, an adorable restaurant with an outdoor patio.  Fritz asked the hosts how long the wait would be to get a table outside.  With a very straight face the hostess simply said, "Too long."  So much for that idea. 

Borscht at Summer Time Cafe

Fortunately there was a second restaurant in the park also with a lovely outdoor patio.  I was extremely excited to find that this restaurant had Borscht on the menu!  I've been dying to try some borscht, a traditional Eastern European soup often made from beetroots.  It was delicious! 



Pushkinskaya Square

A scenic walk home during sunset took us past some pretty churches and fountains.  It was a successful and lovely second day in Moscow.  Here's to walks with my love, borscht, and pottery!

Friday, May 25, 2018

Moscow Bound

Victory Park.  "Moscow" as written in the Cyrillic alphabet.

Welcome friends!  By way of this blog, I hope to capture a summer of adventures abroad with my most favorite person (who also happens to be my husband), Fritz.

On Wednesday, my mom brought me to the Newark, NJ airport where the adventure began.  After a flight through the night with a short stop in Switzerland, I arrived in Moscow, Russia where Fritz met me at the gate, a warm smile on his face.  We had been apart for 3 weeks because he left the US ahead of me to get established and begin his research in the archives.

Mom and me at the airport for a final farewell.

Perhaps a little back-story would be helpful before we dive into the Moscow adventure.  Fritz is a brilliant historian (I'm allowed to say that because he's my husband and I love him to bits, but also because it is true), and he is working to finish his book on the Cold War and global finance.  His research has taken both of us all over the place these past few years, including an incredible year in Germany (you can see those stories at journeysingermany.blogspot.com).  Two years ago, Fritz decided that if he really wanted his book about the Cold War to be taken seriously by reputable historians, he would need to include some Soviet sources.  The problem was, he did not speak any Russian.  He wasted no time and enrolled in Russian language courses for 2 semesters at Cornell University, an intensive 2-month summer emersion program in Vermont, and a final semester at Yale University.  Now two years and many Russian flashcards later, Fritz has set up shop in Moscow and is reading as much archival material as he can get his hands on for the 2 months that he will be here.

Our plan is to be here in Moscow for another month, followed by some bouncing around Copenhagen, Cambridge, Oxford, and London before returning back to the US in July.  I decided to start this new travel blog, "A. B. Sees" (Fritz thought of the title - it's a play on my initials, and the alphabet if you didn't catch that, and the fact that it's a photo blog hence the "Sees"), because I thought it would be a nice way to keep a running record of this adventure, and all the adventures that come in the future.  Fritz and I got married almost 2 years ago (time flies!), and it has become clear to me that globe trotting will be a part of our lives together with his profession being what it is.  I have enjoyed chronicling our adventures together through a mixture of pictures and stories.  My camera has become my most essential travel item.  It was a gift from Fritz on our first Christmas together five years ago.  He pretends to dislike all the times I make us pause for a photo, but he always seems to appreciate having our memories well documented and available for review later.

Safely arrived with a happy greeting in Moscow. 

Naturally the first thing I did in front of the airport was bust out my camera to snap our picture.  He rolled his eyes a little, but there is no doubt that smile is genuine. 

The Moscow Airport

Arriving at the airport brought me back to how it felt to land in Frankfurt, Germany 2 years ago.  Even though I had expected to hear a foreign language in the airport, the shock of being completely oblivious to what was being said around me is something I never fully know how to anticipate.  Thank goodness for familiar airport graphics and the occasional English translation.  I made it through customs, said "Spasibo" (thank you) a few times, and searched for Fritz.

And so we began the first weekend in Russia together.  With a 7-hour time difference, jet lag was (and continues to be) a real thing.  Still, I managed to bounce to life the first morning and Fritz took full advantage of my apparent energy bringing me on a 15-mile walking tour around the city.


Döner Hot Truck. 

Day one started with a walk through a bustling market that is close to our AirBnB.  More on our housing soon, but I'll start by saying we live in a lovely quiet neighborhood, in a cute apartment, close to public transportation as well as several food markets.  Of course Fritz was thrilled to discover a Berlin-style Döner stand.  

Post-Döner smiles.

With food in our bellies, we were ready to hit the streets and see what this enormous city had to offer two adventurous Americans. 

Evropeyskiy Shopping Mall.  This enormous shopping heaven spans several blocks.  It is massive! 

Moscow River

My first impression while walking down some of the main streets was that Moscow is a really wide city.  It all feels extremely open with sprawling buildings, broad rivers, and expansive 6-lane roads.   Everything feels very open, spread out, and kind of massive.  Moscow truly is a huge city.  A glance at the map makes it seem like our lodgings are close to the city center, but somehow it still takes over an hour to get to the center on foot. 

Crossing a bridge and headed toward the Kremlin.

The other thing that I noticed immediately, was that every sign or piece of written material in Moscow is written in Cyrillic.  This means that I am basically illiterate in Russia.  Even if I know the name of a street or shop, I am completely unable to read it on a sign because the letters are all different here.  Written words are completely indecipherable to me.  Goal number one will be to learn the Cyrillic alphabet so I can at least sound things out even if I don't know what they mean. This will be very helpful when riding the subway. 

Arbat Street.  A pedestrian block that is meant to attract tourists and is spattered with live entertainment. 

A walk down Arbat Street eventually brought us outside the Kremlin, the historic home to Russian leaders ranging from Stalin to Putin.  This huge fortified complex in the middle of Moscow is situated at the edge of Red Square, a large, open expanse surrounded by beautiful works of architecture.  

Red Square

St. Basil Cathedral 

The Kremlin wall overlooking the Moscow River

Our continued journey along the river eventually brought us to the famous Gorky Park.  I suspect we will be spending a LOT of time here!  Like everything else in Moscow, Gorky Park is huge and absolutely bustling with things to do, people to watch, snacks to eat, benches to sit, paths to rollerblade... you name it, Gorky's got it.  

Fountains at the top of Gorky Park

All this walking requires sustenance.  A cheese burger hit the spot while watching swans, ducks, and paddle boats float around in a little pond. 

After the burger break I did take a bit of a park bench snooze on Fritz's lap while he studied his Russian flashcards.  Feeling a bit sun-kissed after I woke up, we decided to start the walk back home.  We took the shortcut this time, crossing a few bridges since the Moscow River winds back and forth a good bit in our part of town. 

Covered pedestrian bridge.


If our first day is any indication of how the rest of our time in Moscow is going to unfold, I'd say this is going to be another wonderful adventure!