Ah, Sunday! The day of rest! The day of play!
Here in Arkhangelsk, kids have school on Saturday as well as all week, so Sunday is their only day off. Many people take advantage of Sunday to go downtown, go shopping, take a walk, practice some winter sports. I took advantage of this Sunday to see a new part of the city.
Since I don’t have much work to do right now, and since all the other foreigners are gone, I’ve had a lot of time on my hands. On Friday, I made it my goal to find the second bridge, which I’d never seen before. Since Arkhangelsk is right on the Northern Dvina river, the bridges connecting it with the opposite shores are pretty important. You would think there would be a lot more bridges, like in Pittsburgh, but there are only two. One of them is called “the old bridge.” When I asked my colleague what its real name was, he couldn’t think of it. Fortunately, there is an entire Wikipedia page dedicated to the Bridges of Arkhangelsk, and there I learned that it’s called Severodvinsk Bridge (remember, Severodvinsk is that city foreigners aren’t allowed to go to).
The Old Bridge is right at the end of my street, so I see it pretty often. But the other bridge, Kuznechevsky Bridge (which, according to Wikipedia, was actually built before the Old Bridge–go figure), remained a mystery to me. Until Friday!
It’s a beautiful red suspension bridge! What a marvelous surprise it was! This trip to the bridge also solved the mystery of Gagarin Street. All the buses have their numbers and their routes posted in their windows, and a lot of them go through Gagarin Street, but Łukasz and I never had cause to go to Gagarin Street, so we never knew where it was. Turns out Gagarin Street is the one that goes across the beautiful red suspension bridge. There’s this marvelous little Soviet monument on a corner by the bridge on the Arkhangelsk side, and I have a sneaky suspicion that cosmonaut is Yurii Gagarin (his helmet says USSR on it).
Since the expedition to Gagarin Street was such a success, I decided that today I would set out to for another oft-mentioned but never-visited bus-route street, Kedrova Street. The journey to Kedrova Street took me across the beautiful red suspension bridge to Solombala, an island created by the Northern Dvina, Kuznechikha, and Maimaksa rivers. I got off at the last bus stop and wandered down Soviet Street for a while, taking pictures of kitties in windows, block houses, and cranes.