I was told before I left that Frank Lloyd Wright called Hotel Moskva the ugliest building he had ever seen, but I found the towering edifice rather consistent with how I envisioned intimidating Soviet architecture. Like a stubborn granite cliff, the hotel rises over Red Square, dwarfing the Kremlin. The Kremlin, one might imagine, without enough strength, is conquerable--Hotel Moskva is impervious.
The lobby feels like a bank vault, where, except for the alluring lights and songs emanating from the casino tucked away in one corner, there is little to indicate that people are coming here to enjoy themselves.
The rooms are rather nice--typical Russian hotel amenities--small table, couc...Read More