Yaroslavl |

Previously, Zhang Feng had contacted the hotel that had been booked on Booking, and they told Zhang Feng a phone number to book a taxi. At that time, I didn't know whether it was the city's taxi reservation line or the hotel's private driver's phone, but after difficult communication with the operator on the other end of the phone and his attitude was not good, Zhang Feng gave up this way of booking a car, and there was no way to communicate effectively on the phone.

Later, Zhang Feng turned to public transportation, and Yandex gave the best bus route to the hotel. Soon, Zhang Feng got off the bus near the Volga River.

There was a light rain in the air, but the rain slowly increased. Zhang Feng walked in this small city, the people in the city were not in a hurry, and in the dim light and continuous rain lines, the outline of the city gradually became clear in the haze and trance.

The hotel is really not easy to find. The navigation took Zhang Feng to the rainy Volga River, where there is a row of buildings for tourists to eat and shop, which is probably a specially developed "riverside leisure area". Zhang Feng took a lot of effort and finally arrived at this hotel located on the riverside.

When he first visited this hotel, Zhang Feng felt a little strange and even a little gloomy. The hotel is located in a narrow three-storey area of a building flanked by closed doors. The front desk is located on the third floor, and the second and third floors are the rooms. Outside the simple door on the ground floor, there is a doorbell to open the door for the hotel reception.

The girl at the front desk received Zhang Feng with a smile. The language was still a bit difficult, but with the help of translation software, it was possible to check in smoothly.

The girl then led Zhang Feng to a warm, spacious room, where the window was wide and low so that you could clearly see the scenery outside the window.

After resting for a while, Zhang Feng went out to find a place to eat.

It was a dim rainy night with few pedestrians. The city was a little lonely, and the sound of raindrops kissing the earth could almost be heard in silence. After a simple settlement at KFC, Zhang Feng decided to adapt to the rhythm of the city. I went back to the hotel and went to bed early.

When I woke up, the rain outside the window didn't quite stop. Zhang Feng still decided to visit this quiet town early to see the face of Asia.

Unlike the rest of Russia, Yaroslavl's city center is surrounded by the mighty Volga River and the smaller Kotorosl River, with its onion-like domes. This sectarian fervor dates back to the time of Kievan Rus', when Yaroslavl, Grand Duke of Kiev, founded the town to defend the northeastern flank of his territory.

Most of the churches and houses in the city's quaint city centre are the result of 17th- and 19th-century merchants comparing themselves to each other and beautifying the city. This beauty was largely unspoiled during the Soviet period.

The Monastery of the Transfiguration was built in the 12th century and was one of the richest and most fortified monasteries in Russia until the 16th century. It is also the most famous attraction in Yaroslavl. The monastery was built in the 12th century near the crossing of the Kotorosl River, outside the walls of the city at that time, and occupies a corner of the city's defensive system. In 1216-1218 the first theological school of Northeastern Rus' was established in the Spask Monastery. In 1216-1224 the Cathedral of the Transfiguration was built in the monastery.

Zhang Feng started from the hotel, walked for 20 minutes, and arrived. The church in the monastery was not open to the public that day, but the main attraction was the bell tower built in the 16th century, and the whole city could be seen from a high ground outside.

Zhang Feng feels that only when people stand on a high place can they clearly understand what kind of environment they are in. Perhaps some people were once extremely convinced, but it was just a scene in the mountains.

The bell tower in the early morning is not as crowded as weaving tourists. When Zhang Feng stepped on the last step of the bell tower, the empty stands smiled at the charming scenery that he sat alone.

The whole city was surrounded by greenery, and the Volga River ran through it, and the Kotoros River poked out of the Volga with a smaller body and flowed in the other direction. Rows of onion-shaped churches and monasteries peek out, and low-rise buildings dot the city's main city.

Yaroslavl's temperament is that of a Russian aristocratic woman in a boudoir, from an extraordinary background, but with a sense of tranquility from the heart.

Zhang Feng walked along the road outside the Monastery of the Epiphany and walked past the Cathedral of Our Lady of the Annunciation, with its golden onion heads. He found it to be almost the main church in the city. It was built in 1215 but was blown up by the Bolsheviks in 1937. All, Zhang Feng was a little sorry, because what he saw now was a replica.

Along the road next to the church, Zhang Feng walked to the Volga River, where the sightseeing sidewalk on the riverside can enjoy the view of the Volga River and the empty scenery of the city on the other side. Zhang Feng came to a park called Strelka.

For a moment, the sun showed a corner. The warm golden color shone on the low houses and birch forests on the opposite bank, warming the surroundings.

In an instant, the sunlight disappeared, and the sky was once again obscured by black, oppressive clouds.

Zhang Feng walked through the streets of the inner city and passed by low, ornate buildings to the Church of the Prophet Elijah on Sovetskaya pl Square. The church was built by a famous fur trader in the 17th century. Some of the most conspicuous murals and intricate decorative tiles in the Golden Ring area are impossible to discover without looking closely.

Through the window of the church, Zhang Feng found that he could see the town hall opposite the church.

The town hall on Soviet's Square still retains the decoration of the "sickle red star", and the memory of the red Soviet Union is still clearly reflected in this heavy country.

Walking on the streets of the city, with its low buildings and elegant carvings, Zhang Feng can not feel the modernity in the big city, but he can feel the chic, old and elegant of the city.

Zhang Feng followed the recommendation on TripAdvisor and came to Penati, which is not far away.

It is a classical Russian restaurant.

This restaurant is located in a chic pink hut, and the waiter service in the restaurant is very good, and Zhang Feng is introduced to the dishes in detail. At three o'clock in the afternoon, there were very few diners in the restaurant, and Zhang Feng was eating in a dark environment leaning on the thick wooden dining table and turning a heavy spoon in his hand, and his heart was calm.

Zhang Feng ordered the herring on his coat, a special version of beetroot soup, and steak. The salad was good, the beetroot soup was average, and the steak was a little light. Zhang Feng prefers the service and environment of this restaurant to the food.

The herring under the fur coat has become one of Zhang Feng's most ordered Russian food items, but Penati's salad is even more exquisite, the herring wrapped in red cabbage mixed with caviar makes Zhang Feng want to stop, and finally completely breaks Zhang Feng's previous impression that there is no food in Russia.