YEREVAN CAFE
By Michael E. Stone
A little park off the Prospekt, half of it is a cafe now – not unpleasant – and the rest, abandoned.
Mexican yuccas in tubs and cane garden furniture bound together with raffia, with round glass-topped tables, striving for a patio feeling, But unfinished.
We sit there dining on the toughest guinea fowl ever hatched and a cool wind blows through, from one end to the other, mixing the aroma of traffic on the Prospekt and of gas pumps at the back.
May 2009