We walked downtown today, the plan was a quick lunch at Elegance and then over to the department store, "Univermag." However, at the end of walking street there is a blockade. Chairs and benches are all stacked up and the Police are all standing around. We approach and our friend Farshid greets us. "What's going on? Can we get in the restaurant?" "Yes, of course, please come in."
It turns out that the President of Azerbaijan is coming to Ganja today to officially open a park that has been under renovation for several months now, and has essentially closed down the center of the city. No one gets in, even to the point of getting to your house. Not ten minutes later we get a text from a friend--"I cannot get in to my apartment, can I hang out with you?" So we are joined by another young lady there at the restaurant.
Note; what the heck? Can't the police get some official-looking barricades for presidential visits? I am not kidding, I thought there was some kind of riot going on, they stacked up benches. Come on, let's get some orange cones and some yellow tape...
Elegance Restaurant is right on the edge of the blockade, and we can see through the window that there is nothing going on inside the blockade. No traffic, cars or pedestrian, on the streets, it is eerily quiet. However, since the restaurant is quiet too, we get to chat more with Farshid.
From the first time we met Farshid we know that this gentleman know how to take care of his customers, and we truly are his customers. He is telling us about his recent holiday to Dubai, he went to the beach one time for one hour--"the temperature must have been 42," he says. 42C is 108F for all you non-metric readers.
He also asks for our telephone number, and tells us, "This summer we will go up into the mountains and I will prepare kabob for you over the fire."
Univermag is out of the question, so we are done for the day, so we head home and work on our language studies.
It turns out that the President of Azerbaijan is coming to Ganja today to officially open a park that has been under renovation for several months now, and has essentially closed down the center of the city. No one gets in, even to the point of getting to your house. Not ten minutes later we get a text from a friend--"I cannot get in to my apartment, can I hang out with you?" So we are joined by another young lady there at the restaurant.
Note; what the heck? Can't the police get some official-looking barricades for presidential visits? I am not kidding, I thought there was some kind of riot going on, they stacked up benches. Come on, let's get some orange cones and some yellow tape...
Elegance Restaurant is right on the edge of the blockade, and we can see through the window that there is nothing going on inside the blockade. No traffic, cars or pedestrian, on the streets, it is eerily quiet. However, since the restaurant is quiet too, we get to chat more with Farshid.
From the first time we met Farshid we know that this gentleman know how to take care of his customers, and we truly are his customers. He is telling us about his recent holiday to Dubai, he went to the beach one time for one hour--"the temperature must have been 42," he says. 42C is 108F for all you non-metric readers.
He also asks for our telephone number, and tells us, "This summer we will go up into the mountains and I will prepare kabob for you over the fire."
Univermag is out of the question, so we are done for the day, so we head home and work on our language studies.
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