Gamarjoba

Arrived very well at the Tbilisi airport last night, all things smooth and effortless, which is most desirable during those vulnerable, crepuscular hours. I am sitting in my room, which is full of blue - blue sheets, blue prints on the wall - dried flower bouquets, and old Georgian maps in Georgian. Outside, the police make their Sunday morning loudspeaker rounds. I have just had breakfast with a young German couple who will make Tbilisi their home this year, and later today will move into their new apartment. We can't quite tell yet how to pronounce the name of this city, which I am about to explore while the air has a freshness to it. But no matter, it will smell just as sweet, or sweaty.