This is Lenin's Tomb. The story that follows has very little to do with Lenin's Tomb, but I had to put it somewhere, and it does have something to do with Red Square, at least.
Our flight out of Moscow (back home) was at 7AM on Saturday. We would have to get up at four or five o'clock, so there was little point in sleeping that night. I spent some time hanging out in the Izmailovo Hotel lobby with Elana and a couple of guys from the Moscow Conservatory Chamber Choir, with whom we'd had a concert the previous night.
Around midnight or so, Chad convinced me to head out with him and Sarah B. to the McDonald's on Red Square. (It's actually in a row of shops that occupies space that used to be stables, way back in the day, if I recall correctly.) So we jumped on the subway and headed to Red Square. Chad seemed to know what he was doing. So we got to the McDonald's. I ordered a Big Mac — probably about the only time in my life I've ordered one. Sarah spotted me some money, since I was short somehow (I still owe you dinner!).
We headed back out, wandering onto Red Square. We found a spot on the curb in front of the GUM and sat down to eat our precious American food across from Lenin's Tomb. Believe me, the food was delicious by that point in the trip!