No point in having the Olympics if no one can see what’s going on. So this was built and did the job well.
The Olympic flame burned here.
This is part of the same spa/hotel complex mentioned yesterday. It now houses a restauraunt but was formally the judges viewpoint and administrative centre.
Imagine the impact arriving at the 1980 Olympics, ready to compete, and being greeted by this. Squat and intimidating in its power, this was the Olympic village. Now part of a spa and hotel complex, it sits at the edge of the Gulf of Finland.
In protest at the invasion of Afghanistan, most of the NATO allies boycotted the 1980 Olympics in Moscow. This is one of the first overtly political acts I remember becoming aware of as I grew up, the other being the anti-aparteid protests. The USSR ploughed on regardless, with the sailing taking place just outside Tallinn in Estonia. I find the Soviet take on the Olympic symbol amusing in a cheeky way.
The final post in this series featuring the Eye Filmmuseum. Graceful lines and a sense of movement that resembles the path of something skipped across the water to me. Utterly beautiful.
Of all the things I enjoy about this building is the sense of movement. It is unrelenting.
The Eye Filmmuseum is very good at hiding its bulk. This angle gives an impression of the mass and imposition on the ground beneath it as well as some hints to the underlying construction techniques.
So my oldest child said this reminds them of a whale. I think it might be ambivalent to those swarming around and inside it.
Amidst the stark lines, grey skies and wet wood, this place is warmly welcoming to visitors.