I think the best time here is the evening, at my hotel, when the temperature is more humane. The first night alone, sitting outside drinking a cup of tea and looking out over the city, talking to Emilia on the phone, and yesterday and today enjoying the hospitality of my new gentlemen friends, by the pool. (Although I'm afraid I disappointed them today because they wanted me to say all my favourite movie one liners and I fail utterly. Sorry chaps!)
But the days are just packed as well. Today I was at the Georgian National Film Center on a visit (I admire their work), followed by a stop at the embassy (well, technically it's not an embassy but let's not get in to that right now) and then a walking tour around the old town of Tbilisi. Tonight's screening was sold out again, and more so. People had to stand in the aisles because more tickets were sold than there were seats. Yeah, I'm still not sure how the managed to pull that one off.
While here I sometimes get the feeling that I'm in a Carol Reed film, it's the ambiance of the city which reminds me of the Vienna in The Third Man or the Berlin in The Man Between. Although it's hot here so maybe Our Man in Havana would be a more appropriate reference? 'We should all be clowns Milly.'
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"Is it safe?"
"That's some bad hat Harry!"
"What's intergrity? It's a pocket full of firecrackers, just waiting for a match."
"I am big, it's the pictures that got small."
"I've met a lot of hardboiled eggs in my days but you, you're 30 minutes."
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