Bufet Lafet

🌾 Golden Ring Search for Autumn | In the folds of Russia, salvage the millennium time 🌾 The morning mist in October has not yet been cleared, and the train has taken me to the small town of Jinhuan northeast of Moscow. The birch forest outside the car window fades green at a rate of five centimeters per second, like a palette knocked over by God, splashing out golden, blush and caramel-colored mottled. The string is scattered across the ancient town of Volga, with a necklace of platinum domes from the Orthodox Church and worn on Russia's vast chest. 📍 Sergeyev: Morning prayer at Trinity Monastery When the first ray of sunlight pierced the clouds, I was standing under the blue-gold dome of Trinity Church. The orange-red robes of the monks swept over the bluestones, and the morning prayer chant was wrapped in frankincense, and the white doves on the top of the bell tower were raised. The fingertips touched the wet fresco of the fifteenth century, and Christ's low-hanging eyes coincided with the autumn rain dripping from the roof the trembling between the painter's breath six hundred years ago, and now the palm of my palm is slightly hot. The bakery in the back alley of the monastery smelled of rye, and the monk's own guvas brought the sweetness of honey, and it seemed that the czar's carriage was ploughing across the ground to the snowy country further north. 🌾 Suzdar: When the idyllic wooden house and honey wine transfer to the squeaking old-fashioned bus arrived in Suzdar, the autumn rain was soaking the wooden church on the Kamenka River. The forgotten town frames the 11th-century Kremlin walls, framed by farmers driving horse-drawn carriages through muddy everyday life. Drilled into the 17th-century wooden farmhouse museum, the stove's long wooden table, the silver-haired old man handed over amber mead. The moment the wine slipped through the throat, the birch forest outside the window suddenly shook into the golden autumn of Levitan's writing, and the old man selling wine was wrinkled and the corners of his eyes were similar to the saints in the mural. Vladimir: The fate of the bronze dog's nose is in the shadow of Vladimir Golden Gate, and I have completed my dialogue with the most absurd of the Middle Ages. The bronze dog in front of the church of Dmitry was touched brightly, and locals said kissing the tip of its nose can harvest love. When I leaned over, the sun penetrated the angel wings carved in the 12th century, casting a dazzling halo on the stone steps a stonesmith eight hundred years ago may not have expected that his chiselled sacred pattern would become a great light plate for future travelers to take selfies. The Ascension Church of the Virgin in the dusk is even more magical, with the 16th century wet murals in which the apostles' clothes float with the evening breeze, and modern tourists holding selfie sticks are sharing the same moonlight with the baptized Archduke Vladimir in the mural. 🍂 Yaroslavl: The whistle of the Volga River's time-space folds awakened the morning of the last day. Standing in front of the main saint-like monastery of the same 1000 rubles banknote, watch the cruise ship cut the river's golden reflection. Suddenly it is understood why Russian poets liken autumn to a “gold-plated coffin” a place buried with the ambitions of the Reurich dynasty, the light of the Orthodox Church, and the fields that Tolstoy wrote Anna Karenina looked out over. In the Museum of Music and Time, the guards played "Katyusha" with the 19th century accordion, and the dust on the keys and the maple leaves floating outside the window became the debris of time. ✨ Travel bracelet Transportation: Moscow Kursk Railway Station has multiple trains to each town every day, it is recommended to buy a 3-day pass Secret: Suzdar Poklon Hill is a God perspective on the dome of 50 churches in the morning mist Code: Tell the staff at the Sergeyev Toy Museum "матрёшка" (Matches), may trigger hidden hand-made experience Warning: After October, some wooden churches were under-heating. Remember to steam away the cold in the traditional sauna. When I found the 1978 edition of War and Peace in Yaroslavl, a dry white leaf floated on the clip page. Maybe some autumn day, someone like me, in these scattered time amber, salvaged a Russia older than Moscow. #Moscow Golden Ring #Russian Golden Ring Town #Holy Trinity Church #Holy Trinity Church in Moscow