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Saturday, April 12, 2014

Restaurant Armenia

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.