So I quickly sent her an email.
"Hi, did you try to call me from Armenian number?" our host named Armine (yes, seriously, Armine from Armenia) wrote.
Apparently, she's the kind who won't answer calls from unknown numbers.
About half an hour later, she arrived at Tashir Pizza, just a few minutes after the hubby (who happily reported that he was able to withdraw some dram) got back. Armine, similar to our waitress, has a disarming smile. And she's got a crown of gorgeous long brown curls. Her aura, calm and collected, a lot like yoga which she teaches for a living. Introductions were brief. Armine hurriedly confessed that she was to use the rent money we're paying for an out of town trip. She had to leave as soon as possible.
Kentron is Yerevan's city center. It's compact, pedestrian friendly and easily navigable, thanks to neoclassical architect Alexander Tamanyan's layout design. Watering holes, restaurants, shops of famous international brands, and government offices are huddled here. Housed in buildings of various architectural types, from cold Soviet panel buildings to anything Europe-inspired. In my opinion, not as gorgeous as Tbilisi, but it does possess its own allure.
Speaking of allure, I've never seen that much beautiful women in one city!
Within the capital we only managed to visit the Republic Square, the Swan Lake and the History Museum of Armenia (I recommend booking a tour guide in advance, it's free). The everything in between included binging on gyro and the well-loved Armenian barbecue, chasing Luna in parks, downloading movies (to watch in Nepal, our next destination), and working online.
Yerevan's one of those cities we don't mind visiting again cause we barely scratched its surface. Hopefully the opportunity falls on our laps, so we can someday comprehend why Armenia's drinking fountains are very popular to its people.
You'll get what I mean when you travel here too.
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