A brief recap of the summer's plan. Avi spends three days of Jazz Festival with us in Rochester. On July 7 we head for NYC (actually Jersey City, but what's the difference) and pick up Corey before attending an unveiling for Carol's brother Arthur. After a full Manhattan day with Corey we set off for Cape Cod and a visit with my sister Sandy for 4 days, On our way north we will spend some time in Boston - Freedom Trail with Corey - before putting him on a plane back to his parents. Onward from there to a Ferry from N Sidney NS to Newfoundland and three weeks of touring there before catching a ferry back to NS and begin a drive back to Rochester. Arrival is open. Departure is open, sometime After September 30. That is already too much schedule for our lives!
Returning to today or rather a few days ago, or was it even this year that we were in Central Asia with the very sterile, unoccupied Ashgabad
Where Carol and I sub in as the perfect couple for a Turkmen wedding. She was supposed to be crying because she was leaving her family, in reality she was stifling giggles.
On to Nukus and the famous - in some circles- Stavisky collection of thousands of works of art that were not permitted to surface during the Soviet era.
The only picture I got was these schools kids practicing their English on us as the prepared to tour the exhibits we had just left.
Then we were in Khiva, Uzbekistan, with interesting carpets and many, many columns.
From there we continued on our very comfortable bus to Bukhara. Known to some of us for the famous Bukharan Kepah, one of which I have worn every High Holiday since 1971. Not so uncommon here, actually thousands of them for sale especially at the Silk and Spice Festival which started its three day run coterminous with our planned stay in the quarter.
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| Really getting in to baking bread |
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| The bread adhering to the side of the oven |
| Us looking down into Registans the large courtyard in Bukhara |
| Can't resist a picture of Thelma, we celebrated her 94th birthday during the trip |
| A street scene of Mausoleums |
| Just something a little different, rock crawling outside Bukhara |
| The tomb of Tamerlane, know in these parts as Amer Timor (Timor the Lame was an appellation of those who hated him) |











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