The narrow streets of old Tbilisi are transitions up and down. Step on the smooth new tiles, then on the pavement. Tired with the habit. And then you just have to roll in any duhan. Sit on a wooden bench, ask vegetable salad and khinkali. It is hearty and endlessly delicious. Wash it down with prickly Borjomi. Order khachapuri. Go wander on. And when you get tired of walking again, wander into the next cozy place and repeat: Khinkali, but now in a highland, that is, without greenery. And then coffee. Strong and sweet, in a small cup.
