We started it again with the bread and jam and then rushed to the Museum of Fine Arts to see Michael Mchedlishvili's exhibition of embroidered icons. The exhibition was pretty interesting- he had a very unusual way of depicting people. I really wish I was allowed to take pictures there.
After it I had fantastic ice cream!
Georgia may have sketchy pastries and few desserts, but their ice cream is to die for.
We met with Bruno and Giovanni to go to the Dry Bridge. Right next to the Dry Bridge is a flea market, where people sell their old things. It's generally where people go during bad times and make some money. I really wanted to buy a dagger, but were all either bad quality or too expensive. Although I couldn't find the dagger, I still really enjoyed listening to the Georgian men argue amiably with each other.
" Why didn't you say hello to me?"
"I didn't see you!"
"You never see me! I've been standing here all day and you pass by and you pass by. You wound me right in the heart."
I think I will never get tired of Georgia's openness. Everyone seems warm and friendly, even when arguing. Even the dogs feel safe just sleeping on the sidewalk.
We walked around Georgia and saw more purely Georgian sights,
before settling down for a quick cup of coffee at Cafe Gabriadze. They make fantastic iced coffee with ice cream and also serve absolutely exquisite desserts.
While enjoying the lemon cream puffs they brought us, my mother and I noticed a woman who worked at the Gabriadze theater we were at last night. I came up to her and gushed about how much I loved the Battle of Stalingrad. I explained about the light mistakes in the English subtitles and offered to fix the mistakes there. She took my email and we chatted and she told me about how their theater got set up and what Gabriadze was like, and then said that she could get me some tickets to see another Gabriadze's work- Ramona, because she saw how much I loved Gabriadze's shows. So, without quite understanding how, I wound up with two tickets to see Ramona. I really cannot wait!!!
We walked around afterwards and I saw the sad little kitten again. I saw a gypsy woman not far off, whom I recognized from petting the kitten and trying to throw a rock at a car yesterday, and from a short conversation from her, learned that she was taking care of the animals there. Apparently the kitten didn't get paint on his face, instead it was her who covered his face with a green medical paste often used in Russian medicine. It's nice that she cared for the animals there.
Our next event of the day was going to the Georgian baths. So, to prepare, we pretended to be harem beauties.
The baths themselves could be found probably just by smell, as they were sulfur baths.
The first part of the baths, was sitting in a pool of really hot water. My mother and I intended to stay there for 45 minutes, but could only last 10, because of the immense strain on the heart. After the pool, we got scrubbed down by the bathwoman and I'm pretty sure she scrubbed off 90 percent of my skin layers. A foam massage followed, which was much more relaxing. We left the baths feeling soft and relaxed, and smelling lightly of rotten eggs.
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