It’s been a nasty summer in Yerevan, with temperatures hovering at 95 degrees Fahrenheit (35 degrees Celsius) or higher for at least two months straight, with an occasional dip to 85-90 degrees now and then. The 10-day forecast according to Yahoo Weather shows that the trend will continue through the middle of September.
In my 10 years (can hardly believe it’s been that long) of living in Armenia there has never been such a brutal summertime, a relentless heat wave from the boroughs of inferno. And thanks to the stone buildings in my neighborhood walking down the street in late afternoon often feels like strolling through a brick oven. The only thing missing was the treat of a fragrant, rich fresh mozzarella and cherry tomato pizza waiting at the far side.
My boys, Areg and Shant, and I would often take strolls in the early to mid evening, the only somewhat tolerable time to go out with them. Naturally we’d almost always make it to a water fountain — one of at least a dozen in the city center — to cool off in the refreshing, kissing mist. Charles Aznavour Square seems to be the least chaotic in the evenings for fountain lovers and very appealing to toddlers as well as babies who are stroller or carrier bound (I use either/or, but I rather favor my Baby Bjorn “kangaroo” as carriers are called here). The often breezy Cascade steps were always a nice getaway from the apartment, too.
Being the proud father that I am, I thought I’d post some photos of the boys from the last two months, loving every moment that life brings, damn the heat. They indeed always make me feel refreshed whenever I’m with them, their sublime smiles pleasant breezes to soothe my soul.