Yerevan, Armenia, and in the background, Turkey’s Mount Ararat.
I came to Armenia because of course it’s on the list of countries I haven’t been to yet and because the ticket from Dubai was dirt cheap. After experiencing the shittest travel experience ever, I now know why “Fly Dubai” fares are so low. They should pay you.
Still, you can’t beat patriotic statues, Stalinist architecture, post-Communist decay, and Soviet military hardware used as public art, to revive the travel spirit.
Here are some of Yerevan’s more desirable hillside residences:
The washing is out to dry so someone does actually live here: