Mama thinks that a trip to the Moscow Kremlin with small children is more of an endurance tourism experience than an actually enjoyable outing for the whole family, although she concedes that other people might find it more interesting than she does after the number of visits she has paid to it over the years.
Certainly it seems to surprise people. There are trees inside, and flowers, and most of the buildings are built in a distinctly classical mould as well as being quite colourful. And the main focus of a trip there is a square surrounded by a number of cathedrals, used by Russia’s Tsars for, variously, coronations, weddings, their tombs and personal worship. But to start with, there will be a massive queue to buy tickets although it might have helped a bit if Mama and Papa hadn’t turned up just before the ticket offices had a (scheduled) twenty-minute ‘technical break’ around lunchtime.
It’s good, then, that there is the whole of Alexandrovskii Sad, the park running along one side of the Kremlin wall, to hang out in while you wait. There are plenty of benches to sit on, trees and the flowerbeds for the kids to play hide and seek round, and you can even venture along to the fountain area in summer if you don’t mind your smalls getting thoroughly soaked while they dance around in the spray from the one with the horses with every other Russian under the age of fifteen.
Mama does a bit, although it is worth pointing out that Moscow in the summer can be blisteringly hot, so sometimes this is a bit of a godsend.
More soberly, you can have a look at the tomb of the unknown soldier and the eternal flame, commemorating those who fell in World War Two, called, in Russia, the Great Patriotic War, which gives you an idea of just how big a deal this is.
With 27 million dead, there is a lot of commemorating to do and so if you are still waiting for your tickets on the hour, this is where the Russian equivalent of the changing the guard takes place, every hour. Miss this and there is a good chance you might see instead a wedding party coming to lay flowers. Basically, Mama’s advice is to take mobiles and wander off while someone else stands in the queue. There’s plenty to keep the youngsters occupied with. Except the problem is that all this waiting around made me well well overdue for my nap, but all the excitement meant I refused to even contemplate it once we got inside. I therefore had a truly epic meltdown on the main square inside the Kremlin, the one flanked by the four cathedrals.
Tourists were taking photos and everything, I was that impressively cross.
Which led to Mama and Papa getting told off by a plain clothes secret serviceman. Lying on the ground, screaming and drumming your heels brings the whole of the Russian Federation into disrepute. Apparently. Trying to tour the cathedrals with two five-and-unders will also make Mama appreciate the value of the National Trust’s strategies for dealing with restless children. It’s amazing how much more attractive the idea of playing ‘hunt the small stuffed animals the curators have placed in blindingly obvious hiding places round the historical monument’ becomes when the alternative is listening to Papa tell the story of the boy-Tsar who committed suicide by throwing himself off the Kremlin walls. Look! Here is his tomb!
Cue another incipient meltdown. Mama retreated briskly from any attempt to admire the icons and plied me with sweets before we got more than a hard stare from one of the attendants.
Of course, Papa will eventually get told off again anyway for bringing the whole of the Russian Federation into disrepute by sitting on the grass with two untidy looking children next to the toilets in full view of the official presidential offices while waiting for Mama to have a wee.
Mama, mark you, felt that the toilets in the Kremlin brought the whole of the Russian Federation into disrepute. Someone at some point decided to install the latest in toilet technology, consisting of eight stalls of supposedly automatic self-cleaning cubicles. Look no hands! You don’t even have to flush the loo yourself.
Unfortunately, Mama reported that given the amount of piss swilling around on the floor and the number of attendants needed to manually override the automated mechanism allowing the next punter in, this wonderful system doesn’t work very well.
And there is another big queue.
Naturally there also isn’t a hint of a baby changing area, so it is probably a good thing that the secret serviceman arrived to chide Papa after I had brought the whole of the Russian Federation into disrepute by mooning the government while having my nappy changed outside.
My Super Big Brother and I did like the formal gardens, where you can get one of Moscow’s excellent ice creams (but no other kind of refreshment) and wander around looking for insects on the trees and admiring the view of the Moscow River and the presidential helicopter pad.
Mama says she used to work in one of the buildings in the background of this picture, but Mama says that about a lot of buildings in Moscow, usually with a misty look in her eye. I am sceptical. She certainly doesn’t seem to do very much with her days apart from follow me around and wash clothes. What could she have been up to?
Oh! And wait until you try to cross the (empty) roads inside without using the somewhat arbitrarily situated zebra crossings. The whistle blast from one of the nearby guards is quite something.
Mama says it is totally worth hanging around and watching tourists jump out of their skin and look around wildly again and again and again. She says putting a sign up to explain what you are supposed to do would spoil everybody’s fun, and I have to say I agree.
We also quite enjoyed the large bell and huge cannon on display near the main square although it turns out you are not allowed to climb on them.
You can scramble over the ones by the entrance though, so we did quite a bit of that while Mama admired the huge building opposite, the only one that Mama says actually looks like it belongs in the control centre of the Former Soviet Union. Mama says that actually what it is mostly for is watching ballet. She says it’s quite good. Ballet! Like Angelina Ballerina does! The dresses! The twirls! The Soviet Union must have been a fun place to live. Oh! Mama has just spat some of her coffee out. Hang on. She appears to be choking… However, on balance, the Moscow Kremlin is one of the least toddler friendly places on the planet. Mama says. She does not recommend it for (those with) small children at all and she doesn’t think that going to see the bits we missed (you have to pay extra), the Armoury, where they keep the crown jewels and such, would improve matters either, although I think she may be wrong about this. It sounds exceedingly shiny.
The official website (in English).
This is what the Hitchhiker’s Guide to the Galaxy has to say about James Bond in the Cold War.
Address: Moscow, Russia 103073
Opening: 10am (ticket offices open at 9.30) to 5pm. The Moscow Kremlin is closed on Thursdays and public holidays. Entrance to the Armoury is via timed slots at 10am, 12 noon, 2.30pm and 4.30pm.
Price: 500 rubles for adults (about £5) and free for children under 16. The Armoury is extra: 700 roubles (£7) for adults.
By metro: The closest metro is Bibliateka Imani Lenina/Alexandrovskii Sad/ Arbatskaya/ Borovitskaya (basically the same station).
By other means: Metro! Metro! Metro! Metro!
28 thoughts on “The Kremlin, Moscow, Russia”
Love this! Another little person blogging! Sounds like you had a great visit regardless of being over tired! My mummy and I are looking forward to reading more about your adventures! xx #MondayEscapes xx
Plenty more where that came from. We are intrepid travellers!
Oooh sounds like your mama and papa had a slightly stressful day what with all the getting told off by the authorities. Will bear in mind the Kremlin’s family unfriendly atmos if we get to visit anytime soon. It does look very pretty in the pictures though! Thanks for linking to #citytripping
I hear there may now be changing of the guard inside the Kremlin now, so that’s a plus.
I never knew there was quite so much inside the Kremlin before I read this. However, I strongly agree with your Mama that it’s probably not a good idea to see first-hand if I have my three-year-old with me. If she thought there might be any chance of me getting told off, I’m not sure what she might get up to… Thanks for linking up to #citytripping
The Kremlin is pretty much not at all what people expect, which makes it worth a look-see. But no, mischievous small people need not apply.
hilarious!! Following you on twitter now.
Thank you! Following you too!
Brilliant as always. I’ll add the Kremlin to my list of places not to visit in Russia 🙂 #citytripping
You have a list of places not to visit in Russia? 😉
Gosh you had my chuckling away. I have always wanted to visit Russia and one of the things to see is the Kremlin, bu from the sounds of it you need to be well versed with planning the day trip and wait for child to grow.
It wouldn’t be top of my list of places to visit in Moscow with small children for sure. Plenty of alternatives though!
Thanks for the fun reading this post! I want to visit Moscow since many years, didn’t make it yet, but after reading you, less regrets not to have taken little ones. It will be better now that they are older 🙂
Oh, Moscow’s not bad for kids in general. But the Kremlin, no.
I loved this! Certainly agree that it sounds very un-childfriendly but I’m glad you went because I enjoyed reading the piece so much. #citytripping
Hehe. We aim to please!
Brilliant post as always. Mummy’s description of the toilets sound just wonderful. I am shuddering at the thought. And being told off my the secret police after you meltdown? That deserves some sort of badge? I would love to visit the Kremlin though, it does sound worth the queues. Thanks for linking up with #MondayEscapes
*blushes at the compliment* Thank you! I am actually quite tempted to go and see if the toilets are still that bad. Tempted, but…
An impressive little human writing there. Must be a huge change to live in Russia. We are exploring the UK for the first time which is also a difference to all we experienced up to now. It’s beautiful, especially here in Scotland! #MondayEscapes
We’ve been dual culture for a while now, but it never ceases to provide interest. And Scotland is lovely. We’re big fans!