Moscow is slowly leaving behind the remnants of spring. The air is getting warmer, and the morning sunlight gently spills over the classic European-style buildings. Along the streets, birch trees begin to grow fresh, light-green leaves, signaling that summer is on its way. The faces of people on the streets look brighter, as if the whole city is breathing easier after the long, cold months.
I have my own favorite spot to enjoy this seasonal change. A small café called From Berlin, tucked away in an artsy alley near Patriarch’s Ponds. The place has large glass windows facing the street, where wildflowers are planted along the sidewalks. From my favorite seat, I can watch people walking by with iced coffees in hand, and some sitting outside laughing together.
I ordered an iced matcha latte, my favorite drink since I moved to Moscow. Its soft green color matches the lively parks outside. On the table, a small slice of cheesecake keeps me company as soft jazz music from the café’s speakers fills the air. Through the window, I see children running after balloons and young couples laughing softly beneath the cherry blossom trees.
The city parks have turned into oceans of color. Tulips, daffodils, and cherry blossoms bloom, filling every corner of Gorky Park, Neskuchny Sad, and Alexander Garden near the Kremlin. The scent of flowers mixes with the earthy smell of sun-dried soil. Every morning and evening, locals and tourists stroll by, enjoying the scenery, sitting on park benches, or having simple picnics on the fresh green grass.
There’s something magical about Moscow when summer arrives. Everything feels alive. The streets are filled with tiny flower markets, street musicians playing acoustic guitars, and artists sketching passersby. Even the evenings are different — the sky doesn’t fully turn dark until around ten, giving people extra time to enjoy the warm city atmosphere.
I find myself smiling, feeling calm and content amidst it all. Moscow in the summer has its own unique charm — it’s never in a rush, not too crowded, and always offers space to quietly enjoy the afternoon with a glass of matcha. In this little corner, it feels as though time slows down. And though I’m far from home, it’s like I’ve found a small piece of the world I truly love.
