
Armenia’s pupulak and coffee house culture
— people bending over a water fountain, taking a few gulps and walking away in satisfaction.
— people bending over a water fountain, taking a few gulps and walking away in satisfaction.
The evening was like a monochrome painting but not sufficiently dark enough to hide the maliciously churning skies and dangerously swaying trees. The silhouette of a Church appeared in the distance. Odzun. And somewhere beyond its dome was the outline of a mountain. Hell was brewing outside. Lightning flashed incessantly and rains would follow
“Every village along River Debed has a church, a monastery, few old ruins or spattering of khachkars,” my driver tells me at the start of the journey in Vanadzor.