It's been cold in Moscow and the forecast showed rain. My friend and I ditched our plans for a day out of the city and decided to visit several shops we've been wanting to see. Late morning the skies were looking a bit grey and frankly it was simply time for a coffee. She knew of a great little Armenian restaurant and suggested we stop in to warm up.
It was delightful! An elegantly carved wood booth with leather upholstery and large pillows was a perfect place to get warm and cozy while looking at the sleet on the other side of the big window. We ordered several varieties of baklava to try. A tall, willowy older gentleman with salt and pepper hair and a kind face was seated at the next table. When our delights arrived I asked the waiter to take a picture of us. Much to my surprise the man suddenly jumped up and photobombed our picture! I looked at him in surprise, and with a twinkle in his eye, he smiled and gave a nod. I threw my head back in laughter. We enjoyed our baklava and warm drinks then suddenly our mystery man appeared offering us each a small wrapped box. Inside was a dark chocolate candy. How did he know my weakness?
Joyful, fun, generous. This is who the people of Russia are.
