here to do some shopping (Hard Rock Cafe, expensive souveniers, Harley Davidson t-shirts with "Moskva" on them, etc.) and McDonald's was our meeting place and the location of a fairly clean if very crowded restroom. I didn't order any food here but I was told that a Big Mac is a Big Mac is a Big Mac...I bought a few things at one shop but the prices were pretty high and everyone kept telling me to wait for Ismailovo Market (they were right!). Jan wanted a Hard Rock t-shirt from Moscow for one of her kids but mostly we just wondered down the block and window-shopped. There were a lot of tourists and party-goers out that night and we held on tight to our purses. Three of our young men from the Virginia youth group ran into a problem with a couple of police (at least they thought they were police) who wanted to see their passports. The hotel had kept our passports at the desk and all any of us had with us were copies and a receipt from the hotel. The police threatened to arrest them but were willing to accept a "fine" of about $40 each. The boys made it safely back to our group; our translator told us later that if we ever found ourselves in such a situation that we should ask to be taken to the American Embassy and let them straighten it out. It made for a very interesting evening!
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