To eat, pray and love, and also to sing, bathe in a sulfur bath and breathe the mountain air. We have
compressed the classical Georgian to-do list into the author’s composition, which is reduced to the
program of one weekend. We’ll see the panorama of Tbilisi from the pool on the roof of the old printing
house, cook lamb under the guidance of a chef, a favorite Gault & Millau gastroguide, get into a service
in an ancient monastery and compare the orange wines of a royal winery and a boutique farm. Of
course, we’ll sing with the soloists of Rustavi ensemble, and after a generous feast we’ll go to the baths –
with them begins not only the history of the Georgian capital, but also the new day of each of its guests,
weary of the richness of flavors, smells and colors.
— why “German” Chugureti ceded the title of trendy neighborhood to the dynamic right-bank Vera;
— which monastery really stands above the confluence of Aragvi and Kura and why Lermontov confused
everyone;
— what is the difference between imeruli and megruli or acharuli;
— how wine is filtered in earthen quavers and why Georgians call wine without pulp “wine without
childhood”.