Wednesday, August 12, 2009

Life at the top


The Jetson House ( Meet the Jetsons ) was quite unusual, but its surroundings were surreal. The house was on Lake Sevan, a resort in the former Soviet Republic of Armenia (now an independent country). I went there as part of a scheduled visit when I took a group of tourists to the Soviet Union. The interesting thing was that we were led to expect a quite ritzy resort and, indeed, the view was quite lovely (will post another day). The beach, however, was not, well, what I would call 'ritzy' -- and I don't just mean the big pebbles that covered it, or even the locals, though both were something to behold. The photo above shows the high-class changing booths and the photo on the left would, I think, easily qualify for another Worldless Wednesday post! Can you see the dandelion coming through? I love that.

6 comments:

The Prodigal Tourist said...

Not exactly Broadstairs, ay?

Dennis the Vizsla said...

That's a changing booth? At first glance I thought it was some sort of trash receptacle!

Emm said...

Oh no - that's just horrible. There is something remarkably post-modern about the whole setting - like a view of the future but from the other side, when it has decayed. I feel like I should haul out all of my Douglas Coupland books and reread them now.

ProdigalWife said...

TPT--no, not quite.
Dennis--that's very funny, hadn't though of that! Maybe they're used to pat you down, make sure you're not hoarding any recyclables!
Emm--funny, no? Yes, post-modern is a good thought, perhaps post-apocalyptic Hollywood? I have a photo of the tennis court there too, saving that for another day...

Emm said...

Post-apocalyptic Hollywood? That is a creepy notion. And an excellent idea for a story!! (I am sure it has been done though...)

ProdigalWife said...

Emm: I meant Hollywood's idea of a post-apocalyptic world, though I like your thinking--will tell Denis, he's the creative one!