There’s a bowel clenching amount of dried fruit in Armenia, which must be marvelous when there’s 20ft of snow outside.

There is a lot of countryside. I was luckily in time to witness the potato harvest. Probably a big deal in the Armenian calendar. Small stone sand colored houses in a sand colored landscape. Everything bone dry and dusty and flat. Stork nests and nuclear reactor chimneys. And then valleys with fruit trees and vines. And luscious vegetables.

Pomegranate flavored everything in Armenia.

Butcher cutting up something that might be a horse? Unfortunately you can’t see the fag in his mouth.