A city where the stones are blue and they crawl.
As promised, I am writing about Pereslavl Zalessky, although I was there a year ago.
The city is located not far from Moscow, old, interesting, small and, therefore, ideal for escaping from the capital for 2-3 days.
I cannot go somewhere without incidents, and they started already on the way.
After Sergiev Posad (Zagorsk), the traffic jams dissipated and I drowned in joy faster than I should have. Literally 10 minutes later, I saw a traffic police tripod with a camera on the dividing line, slowed down, but it was too late. After a kilometer, I got into a big round-up of several crews. Satisfied, the starley, grinning, stunned me that I exceeded the speed limit by 118 km. h. , and this is a deprivation of my license and 10 years of execution. It is clear that bargaining began, but since both the starley and I were afraid of a set-up, bargaining was conducted in Aesopian language. Gaetz turned out to be greedy, and demanded such a sum that it no longer made sense for me to go anywhere. (I don't have a card. ) I told him about it. And he also said that today is my wedding anniversary, and these are flowers, a restaurant, a hotel and other expenses. The officer asked how long I had been married, I replied, and after checking the date in my passport, he burst into a long, completely unprintable tirade with an unexpected ending. I will try to convey the essence of his speech - “What a miracle! So many years with one woman and nothing. Everybody is alive. And I have not yet lived a year with my magnifying glass and I am very tired. And he is very angry about it. And you, drive very far from here and quickly, but do not exceed the speed limit. Wow, what a bad luck I have and a fart monocle. ” As I fled to my car, I could hear him moaning and complaining about his failed marriage through the window of the patrol car.
Pereslavl Zalessky is unique in that it has no center. The city is stretched along the main street and temples, monasteries and museums are evenly spaced along it. Attractions are plentiful here. Museum of Botik Peter is the main and obligatory place to visit. Then Blue Stone. A healthy kamenyuka of indistinct color. The hired guide enthusiastically told that this stone, on the orders of someone, was drowned in Lake Pleshcheyevo, and then he crawled back, crawled to the shore and became holy, warm and wonderful. And you have to touch him and leave him money and food. (I was sober, by the way. ) Even if you are not fond of technology, I strongly advise you to visit the museum of the narrow gauge railway. Very nice collection of small locomotives and wagons. There is also a small and absolutely absurd exposition of old and vintage cars. As a bonus, you can ride in a fairly large circle on a mid-20th century railcar. I thought they would take me. I took a ticket, beer, lit a cigarette... Yeah. Figo. It turns out that for my money I had to pump some kind of lever and carry myself. Looking at the lathered men who rolled on this thing from the forest, I returned the ticket.
What pleases, in Pereslavl-Zalessky there are several museums that have arisen from scratch. Those. people didn’t sit and whine that Russia was sold, Chubais is a bastard, and it’s time to leave, they took it and created a business that is useful for the city and brings, apparently, a good profit to the creators. As an example - the museum of irons. Very interesting and unusual. Hundreds of irons of different centuries and systems, collected from the surrounding villages. Voiced and subtle students conduct cool and quite informative excursions. There is also a shop with souvenirs on the theme of irons and fsyakoy antiquity. There are several similar museums in the city.
There is also a good dendrological garden in the city. I can't say anything specific about him. I was not there. There was a wife. She loves and understands plants, but she also cannot clarify the picture, because in the garden, on a secluded bench under the canopy of bushes, she saw a couple of kissing gays, and this picture shocked her so much that it overshadowed her impressions of flowers and other tapinamburs.
And, of course, Lake Pleshcheyevo itself. It is so regular in shape that it is even unnatural. If you have time, go to the lake in the place where the river Trubezh flows into it. There on the left, among the most modest huts and sheds, a local pontovy cake built you a villa. The joke is that along his fence (20 m. ) he built quite a European embankment with beautiful lanterns, railings and a pier to which something called “Aqua Patio” is moored. It's funny to drive a car - dirty, an abomination of being, op! A piece of dolce vita, and again mud and slab fences.
Where to live. I rented a junior suite at the Roza Vetrov guest house. The perfect combination of price and quality. An old, completely redesigned and restored building. Located in a quiet side street at the very beginning of the city. There is a parking lot. Inside - elements of chic. Paintings, bronze naked women, tapestries. Very (even excessively) hearty breakfast. Great positive staff. I was offered coffee at 5:30 in the morning. The room is good, but with an element of delirium. The double junior suite had two full double beds. Why exactly and not, say, a more logical scheme - a double plus two single beds in case of children, the staff could not explain anything. So I came to the conclusion that Roza Vetrov is the only hotel in Russia that provides rooms for swingers. (I wrote more details about the hotel at the request of the management on the website www. pereslavlru. ru)
Where to eat. Not far from the Wind Rose is the Buinachev restaurant. I don't know who it is, but the restaurant is good. Don't let it scare you that it is located in an ordinary hut. The city is full of offices, which are located in huts with platbands. Such inhabitants of the huts as, say, “Thai massage parlor” look especially wild. “Buinachev” smiled with one cute feature. In expensive and show-off restaurants, there is either a vase of sweets, or a basket of fruit, or a tray with small glasses of digestif at the exit. In "Buinachev" the role of all of the above is performed by a plate with seeds. And not as a cool tourist attraction, but in all seriousness. The best, in my opinion, of the expensive restaurants is “Popov Lug”. Excellent cuisine. Reasonable prices. Pleasant interior. You can take with you, as a souvenir, buy mustard and horseradish produced by a local chef. Of the inexpensive ones, I can recommend the Pancake Cafe on the main street. Delicious pancakes and more. If you order tea, they bring a samovar. (Unfortunately, one hour before closing, the pancake dough may run out). I strongly advise you not to go to the Botik cafe. Noisy, drunken, expensive and insipid.
And "Forest Tale" is also not good.
I did not write much about the sights of Pereslavl Zalessky. All this can be found on the Internet. My goal was to try to convey the pleasant aftertaste that this city left. He is good. Drive. You will not regret.
