Wine Festival. Continuation. 🍷🍷
"Arseniy Sergeevich, how are you doing over there? A whole bunch of my friends went to the wine festival in Yerevan!" - a former student of mine wrote to me.
Indeed, at the festival you could see tourists from everywhere and hear Russian, Armenian, English, Italian and who knows what other languages.
We planned to set out for the festival around six, and when we saw the darkness, coming from the direction of Zvartnots, covering our beloved city, we got upset. The light drizzle promised by Yandex turned out to be a downpour. But it was for the best. By the time we reached the festival, there weren't that many people and the air was clean.
For medical reasons I try to keep a dry law. So I walked around and eyed the food. For some reason no one was offering lemonade or tea either.
The event is a landmark one. Everyone who wants to advance in any way sets up their tent. Banks, Yandex, local farmers, food chains.
Oh. Right. Only now did I remember what's in our first photo. At the entrance, for 14,000 dram, we got the full visitor's kit. A lottery coupon, a branded festival wine glass, a festival map, a micro-shopper to carry all this stuff. Probably we could have limited ourselves to the glass and the little tickets they pour for, but we were above such trifles.
We wandered around just the two of us, Alina and I, since unfortunately we missed all our friends. It's more fun at a wine festival with friends! 🍸🍷🍾
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