After carefully ticking the ‘must’ destinations in Europe, the US and UK off my travel list, I can now safely say that if Moscow is not on your bucket list, you don’t have a good enough bucket list. Moscow, every step of your way, is straight out of a fairy tale—even if you restrict yourself to Red Square, or ‘Zero Miles’, as locals call it. The quadrangle, steeped in history, is fascinating. It’s like a walk on the clouds: the 16th century St Basil’s Cathedral could have been Rapunzel’s home and the Kazan Cathedral (built in the 17th century, razed on Stalin’s orders in 1936, and reconstructed in 1993) could be the castle of Cinderella’s prince. A Harry Potter sequence might be set along the forbidding stretches of the Kremlin wall. Moscow is a dream sequence with lilting music. The city fascinated me in childhood. In Dehradun, where I grew up, the famous MKU Book Shop on Rajpur Road kept up a constant supply of Russian literature to my father’s library. Moscow was also the first international destination for my father after he won the Soviet Land Nehru award in 1977. So my trip to Moscow was karmic. I must admit that being married to a man who sings for a living comes with a few perks, especially when an invitation to the husband lets you tag along legitimately.