The whole place looks just beautiful, dusted with sugar, like a small town in New England. It does seem pretty small, after Moscow. Incredible to consider that this tiny town is the "capital of the free world." Very quiet and peaceful, all the world's problems seem far away.
Today's Washington Post has the story about Moscow Mayor Luzhkov threatening to punish weathermen for incorrect forecasts. It was in the Moscow newspapers a week ago, when we left, he was even on TV making his threats.
Although the Post mentions that Luzhkov sometimes directs the weather:
In advance of major holidays, sports events and parades, Luzhkov forks out tens of thousands of dollars for planes to seed clouds with dry ice and liquid nitrogen. That causes them to unleash their loads of moisture before reaching Moscow, often bringing torrential downpours to the hapless suburbs while the city basks in sunshine.
The author, Peter Finn, treat this as a joke. I somehow don't think the Post really understands that while in America everyone talks about the weather, in Russia they do something about it (apologies to M. Twain).
