Gyumri for the Gourmet: 24 Hours in the Stone City
The food in Gyumri doesn't taste like Yerevan. Walk the black-tufa neighborhoods and you'll find Syrian-run bakeries, cheese aged in clay jars, and flatbreads that travel back to Kars.
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The food in Gyumri doesn't taste like Yerevan. Walk the black-tufa neighborhoods and you'll find Syrian-run bakeries, cheese aged in clay jars, and flatbreads that travel back to Kars.
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