My travels: Sparta of golden shadows, Sparti of life. Then and now.

Sparta is the mighty ancient city – which is no more. It is but a symbol, but still, so powerful. It used to rule the world from its location in the south of Peloponnese Peninsula, south of Greece, for roughly a thousand years, leaving the legend behind. The legend – and a very little physical…

My travels: Goris, Armenia. Where the time stopped.

Onto the first travel, down the southern Armenian path, up the mountains…
Let me take you down, cause I am going to strawberry fields… or rather, pear gardens.

This is my very first impression of the town of Goris in the south of Armenia… Golden honey-like sweetness: pears handed to us through metal fences, still warm either from the hot Caucasus sun, or human hands holding them gently…