to love is to suffer

Went to the old town of Tbilisi today. Entered it through a little underpass with some graffiti:

Then I was in the alleys that felt narrow and grey:

I know I keep saying this, but they often reminded me of certain East European capital cities:

Maybe Budapest or Prague:

Before the restorations:

Only some of the non-touristic courtyards looked very different:

And when I lifted my eyes, I could see strange buildings held in place by steel girders:

Either way, Tbilisi was becoming hip:

And it did have some rather thought-provoking graffiti:

I walked around until darkness fell, and the gates to the courtyards became all the more enticing:

There was a school that had a sign in German, designating it as the “sixth authorized school”:

I didn’t try to find out what that meant, though.

Instead, I went back to the Thai restaurant that I liked so much:

To love was to suffer.
Not to love was to suffer.
But to eat pad thai, that was good.