One of those scenes that takes you to another time. It’s one of the many reasons why I loved Armenia, because aesthetically it was like being on a 60’s movie set. Everything matched- the cars the homes the wardrobe- to give you this honest depiction of a time that once was. The problem, though, is the price these Armenians pay to excite some photographer with aesthetic coordination. Things look like they haven’t changed much since the 60’s because they haven’t. Compared to the way I live, it would be right for them to complain about their quality of life. But rarely did I hear a complaint.