This afternoon as we did was walk around to say our goodbyes. The girls went to a museum that I had already been to, so I did some shopping and explored ulitsa Baumana for the last time. In one corner two men had set up a 'stage', taken their shirts off and were singing Beatles songs in a punk fashion, one man breaking his guitar strings with the three chords he knew, the other tapping his tambourine when he felt like it. They stopped between tracks to sip cups of tea and, bizarrely, to tune their instruments. It took me until the last line of 'Sargeant Pepper' to work out which song they were paying tribute to. Our last lunch was at Dom Chaya again, which for 18 roubles and 30 kopecks does a fantastic cup
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