The city is very old, but most Georgians don’t know that.
It has been destroyed, reborn, destroyed, reborn, and destroyed and reborn again.
In the city’s lone, mostly unknown, museum, lie the plaster-cast remains of a girl. Centuries ago, she died at her doorway, a weapon in her hand, while she attempted to defend her family from invaders.
There are archeological treasures buried beneath the city, but there’s no money to retrieve them.
A thousand-year old fortress stands guard over a man-made lake that feeds into the River Mtkvari.
In the spring, the steppes surrounding the city wear a grassy cover draped like the folds of a toga. Ivory herds of sheep move up and down the steppes and in the floodplain around the city.
A wide, straight boulevard runs through the city, its name changing from Shatava to Megobroba to Kostava at each of three important city sections. There…
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