As the sun set, painting the sky with vibrant hues, I stood in the marina..
Climbing up to Tsaghkevank was a great idea, although we had to work hard helping our 4-year-old son. We were filled with mountains, we breathed in herbs, and listened to the silence in the Monastery. I drew a couple of sketches. Good Sunday.
It was raining yesterday. Noisy and loud. People grumbled, nature was saturated. I had to wait it out in the wonderful garden of the old city
Herbs embody a beautiful contradiction, balancing fragility and strength..