After the museum, R the driver took me to Dankov where R was working at the plant. I had enough time to wander a bit and take some photos. On our way home to Moscow R and I were talking about pizza, probably reminiscing about some of our favorite pizza places and maybe lamenting the dearth of good pizza in Russia. The driver R, who understands way more English than he lets on, pulled into a parking lot in a small village and says, "Hot Pizza" sure enough he found us pretty good pizza in the middle of nowhere!
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