The Church on Blood
43-a Ulitsa Karla Libknekhta
If the Church on Blood seems shinier than its neighbors, it’s
because it was only completed in
2003. It stands on the site of
the infamous Ipatiev house,
where the tsar and his family
were imprisoned and eventually
shot in 1918. The house was
declared a national monument in
1974 only to be torn down three
years later by the regional
director, one Boris Yeltsin; the
powers that be were concerned
that the house had become a cult
attraction for monarchists.
The Mines at Four Brothers
Ganina Yama
If that beginning seemed more like the end of the tour, wrong:
it’s time to track the royal
remains. The bodies were
initially dumped in this shallow
mineshaft at Four Brothers, but
they had to be relocated the
next day after the locals got
too curious. A monastery has
since been built around the
site, but the drop-off point
remains untouched.
Koptyaki Road and Pig’s Meadow
Follow Koptyaki Road down from the monastery to discover the
Romanovs’ final destination in
Yekaterinburg. While on the way
to a new burial site from the
Four Brothers, the cart carrying
the bodies got stuck on a small
bridge. After much head
scratching, the assassins
decided to bury the bodies right
there, under the bridge. This,
incidentally, was the last place
anyone thought to dig, so the
bodies weren’t uncovered until
the 1970s. Pig’s Meadow is an ideal spot for a picnic. As you nibble your
buterbrod, be sure to
contemplate the fate of young
Alexei and his sister Marie,
whose bodies were never found. (UPDATE)
Church on Blood souvenir shop
22 Ulitsa Tolmacheva
Now that you’ve developed an appreciation for the tragedy,
swing back into town and buy
some tasteful postcards of the
open mineshaft were the bodies
were dumped. Your friends will
be so jealous.
KGB Bar
6 Ulitsa Voevodova
www.barkgb.ru
Stop by this local watering hole to write
home about your spiritual
journey. There’s no excuse for
feeling depressed here; KGB
Bar’s hammer-and-sickle-themed
décor provides an uplifting
reminder that Nicky and Co.’s
deaths were mere speed bumps on
the road to socialist paradise.