Spring has been slow to come to Moscow this year. In fact, most of March and the first half of April looked and felt like like preceding December and February (we got a couple of weeks of proper frosts and a dusting of snow in January): temperatures in single digits Celsius, grey skies, wilted green-ish lawns. And yet the signs that Spring is almost here are popping up with increasing frequency. The sun is beaming into my window by 6 am. Rental bikes have refilled the racks that stood empty all winter. Building facades are being washed and side walk borders and railings are getting a fresh coat of paint, Moscow’s patent green and yellow combo. Tree buds look just about ready to pop with new foliage. And of course there is the most spring-y celebration all, the Holy Easter.