Pity for the nation full of belief but empty of religion Pity the nation that wears clothes it has not woven, eats bread it has not reaped and drinks wine that has
1.30 p.m., Beeka Valley ‘And now…our 2017 Reserve du Couvent red!’. One after the other, we had tasted the signature bottles of the iconic Chateau Ksara: in addition to the red wine,
ore 12.30, Cafè Cortado – Gemmayzeh 12.30 p.m., Café Cortado – Gemmayzeh I was reading the pages of L’Orient-le Jour, convinced I was brushing up on my already largely forgettable French. I
“You just have to go down to the old car park by that shortcut, it is not very intuitive, but if you follow my instructions you can get to the bus station
I once read an article about Hamra quarter, the magic venue of the Lebanese intellectual and cultural activity between 1960 and 1970. Hamra Street was equally known as the Champs Elysees of
“Manouche?!” “How don’t you know it? It is a religion here in Lebanon.” That’s how the bartender exclaimed at Café Em Nazih within our Saifi hostel. “Manouche, and Fairouz in the morning”.
Every day at 11 o’clock, the only private company that takes visitors to David Gareja, the ‘Gareji Line’, leaves from Freedom Square. I had spotted the vehicle through forums on Facebook and
The itinerary was supposed to start from Tbilisi, I would have rented a car, perhaps one of those rickety jeeps that the online catalogues of local rental cars proudly offered at bargain
We were looking for someone, Elena and I, that morning as soon as we got off in the chaotic Tbilisi train station. Suddenly Levani appeared. His surname ended in ‘-shvili’, and he