The Caucasus is one of the handsomest places I’ve been to. Everything coagulated in an extremely pleasant amalgamation in mind, something I’m eager to share. There isn’t the tiniest bit of logic in this collage of photos; call, if you may, the clam chowder resulting out of a long weekend nosing around the outer fringes of the Old Continent.
Ticking one off the bucket list: the Caspian sea en route to Baku, Azerbaijan.
Early morning in Tbilisi, where mirror windows are the new black.
The whole region has a thing for weird monuments. This is Yerevan, but it could be Baku, Tbilisi…
Street art in Yerevan.
The odd, the crumbling and the postmodern.
Borders shift, religions change, but what remains behind is always enthralling.
Regardless of the republic, people – and dogs – remained most hospitable. A joy and a treasure.