Still exhausted, but we went out for a quick walk and saw some street art:
And a cathedral:
Then strolled through a park with Soviet monuments to Kazakh soldiers:
Decided to skip globbing this time:
(No, we can’t translate that one.)
Then we hatched an idiotic plan to stuff ourselves with Georgian food, which rivals plutonium for density:
But, just give me a beat:
And I’ll work it out:
Everybody Yurts 
How many children did you have to brutally remove from that contraption so that you could have this obviously staged private Kodak moment? I’m just…well…appalled.
Isn’t every photo not taken accidentally staged?
Not that winsome look at the camera, hoping to tug at our heartstrings. Will he fall? Will he be OK? Did he take his calcium tabs? It’s unbearable not knowing…