Started my day by going to the Armenian history museum, unfortunately I forgot the memory card at home, so I was carrying my camera for nothing. We got ourselves a guide, which I definitely advise you to do if you visit the museum. In a nutshell, Armenia is very rich in history.
Then we moved to a restaurant called "
Charentsi 28", which is actually its address. Having a very "house-like" look, this restaurant situated in Yerevan, actually offers a mixed cuisine. Meanwhile let me drop a note, Armenian cuisine in Lebanon is much richer and more delicious than the Armenian cuisine in Armenia. On the other hand, Charentsi 28, run by a Lebanese and Syrian peeps, had some very delicious dishes.
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Outside of Charentsi 28 |
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Isn't that so house like? also loved the daisies on all the tables |
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Izmir Kebab, very yummy, has all the sujuk spices. I also recommend the Mussaka |
To wash out all this food we ate, we headed to Ararat, the cognac factory, for some cognac tasting. As soon as you get into the factory, you get high on the smell itself. I must say, I loved it, cognac is my new favorite drink.
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Much much cognac |
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And the autumn leaves have started to fall |
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Fancy a bottle? |
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First drink is to get you in the mood, second for joy, third for happiness, and forth for craziness, and that is why you should stop after the third |
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That was Ararat Cognac 10 years old. The older the darker |
Finally, I fulfilled my fantasy which I have been craving for since I arrived to Armenia, and that is to walk alone in its streets and have a coffee in one of its café trottoire while reading a book. So I did some shooting on my way.
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Square town |
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Another church which I coincidently saw. Looks abandoned. It was full moon |
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See the reflection in Armenian alphabet? |
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I just love these kind of balconies, like old Tripoli back in Lebanon, or in Gemmayze |
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This lakes turns into ice in winter, and people would ice-skate |
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Shaurma (shawarma I guess?) |
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It's nice to have public gardens and benches for people to rest on (latcheh lal dawle el lebneniye hayde) |
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While reading "The monk who sold his Ferrari", just perfect for my trip |