I wandered among paintings and artists, well, clean Arbat in the blessed 90s, only French chirping. Creative people, what can you do.. Everyone is painting, exhibiting, selling, poking with fingers and brushes.. I've seen something beautiful and decent here, but I've seen it quite the opposite. The main thing is that I felt this bohemian atmosphere with the Gali flair. To better consolidate the material and crystallize the sensations, I sat at a table in an outdoor cafe, drank various drinks, watching this creative fuss. As a Russian, it was even more interesting for me, by the way.