While France invented them, the Russians are the true heroes in tights. If you go to Moscow, don't miss ballet. The Summer Ballet Festival, for example, proves over a period of two months that one can do anything on tiptoes. Only the best ensembles are admitted here: the Russian State Ballet, the National Russian Vozrozhdenie Ballet, too. And when all of them perform the dying swan onstage, the Symphony Orchestra plays the music in the time of the tutu. The aim of the summer ballet is to combine old classics with new choreography and thus attracting a younger audience. The audience is allowed to come in jeans, only shorts and flip-flops are taboo. The program is standard: Swan Lake is always in fashion in Moscow, the Nutcracker is an evergreen and during the Cinderella performance you can follow the plot even without a programme. What's the thrill then? The dancers are the absolute masters of their art, the pros in twisting, the dancing stars of their profession. So what are you waiting for? Get yourself a ticket!
The metre-high walls of the Kremlin are of little use today: More than two million visitors flock there every year, waging a photoflash war against the fortified city palace. No wonder: The Kremlin is Moscow's centre and origin; it is the centre of political and religious power. And you can even see a couple of Fabergé eggs there. But those who think they can just stumble inside, are wrong: Security checks are tough, larger rucksacks and bags must stay outside and many parts of the Kremlin are taboo for tourists, the arsenal, the Senate (only politicians have access) and the Kremlin towers among them. But you will need a day to see the rest anyway: the sparkling gold nuggets in the diamond chamber, the Fabergé eggs in the armoury, the onion towers of numerous cathedrals and churches. And if you still have not inhaled enough of Russia, you take a walk to the Tsar's bell, the Tsar's cannon or the Tsars' graves at the Archangel Michael Cathedral. Conclusion: The admission of 17 Euros is worth its price.