Birds are singing. Architecture from centuries past brightly reflects in the green tinted street puddles. Cars rev and whiz by, then I turn the corner into a quiet, undiscovered square and marvel at its grandeur. It’s quiet. Grandmothers in headscarves scramble past. High-heeled young women walk the uneven streets with the confidence of supermodels. I wander into the low side of town and it’s surprisingly safe. This is Russia, so much unlike the place that I expected to meet. At this moment I decided that I had to tell everyone that I knew that our preconceived notions about this mysterious country are totally wrong. It’s Not What You Think Before…