Sunday Wanderings

     Sunday seems to be the day that finds me wandering through the streets, sometimes striding alongside my athletic friend Jessica, sometimes ambling slowly with only my camera for company. 

      Tashkent is, like all cities, a complex, organic being made up of disparate parts. We have the large, well-kept parks, the wide, tree-lined streets, big old shabby apartment buildings, weird empty-looking white marble monoliths. We also have the malhallahs, little neighbourhoods that seem to be contained within the borders of main streets. 

    As I mentioned in a previous post, you don't see 'front yards' inTashkent. To enter people's homes, you go through a gate that takes you into their yard or courtyard. Most houses are built right onto the sidewalk, so you are usually walking by someone's bedroom window. 

In a schoolyard. 

'cause who doesn't want to live on Bogibaland Street?