I took a morning stroll down to the area they call Broadway Alley. It’s several blocks of walk-streets with restaurants, clubs, snacks, and entertainments. One website said “The real name of the alley is “Sayilgoh”, which means “venue of events” in Uzbek” but google thinks it means park, and it certainly is surrounded by parks.
A crossroad of the walk streets.
These folks fed this machine 10,000 som bills one after the other after the other trying to get that yellow rabbit. Groans and belly laughs ensued, just like everywhere else in the world.
This was very large and I could not look away.
There’s a little indication of the nickname Broadway. ‘Everyone’ said this street might have fallen a little on hard times since other areas were drawing the upscale crowds. I was there on the early side, well before lunch and a lot of the places weren’t open yet.
Some of the surrounding park.
The fountain there is in the middle of the Tashkent City Park which sits between my hotel, the Lotte City Hotel, and the highlight Alisher Navoi Theatre & Opera (Uzbek=Alisher Navoiy nomidagi davlat akademik katta teatri, “Alisher Navoi State Academic Grand Theatre). The two buildings are facing each other and make for an interesting view.
Dinara, the woman who organized this trip picked me up at the hotel and we went to a Georgian place for lunch. We enjoyed it all and it was special to be able to be together in person after exchanging so much WhatsApp over the last few months.
Georgian style dumplings – similar flavor but different shape from those in Uzbekistan.
The name of the restaurant is Manana, according to Dinara, named after this guy below. Google thinks manana means mother in Uzbek.
Parking is definitely an issue in Tashkent and places hire attendants to make all this double parking possible. Dinara has her phone number permanently displayed on her dashboard so anyone can call her if they are blocked.
After lunch Dinara dropped me off at the Amir Timur Museum.
The first thing you see upon coming up the inside stairs.
These portraits surround the whole mezzanine.
I liked this picture, it reminded me of the movie they were making back in Bukhara.
This isn’t my fountain but there are many around just like it.
The streets walking home, oh these trees.
