Before I came to Georgia last summer, I thought hand fans were a thing of the past. When I thought about them, I pictured 1960s church revivals, women in hats and sleeveless cotton dresses, men in short-sleeved, pale-checked shirts. Square fans made of cardboard stamped with a local business' logo and tagline.
But in Georgia, women use fans every day in the summer. It's damn hot in the summer. And not only is air-conditioning a rarity, there usually aren't electric fans, either. Ceiling fans? Don't think I've ever seen one in Georgia.
Fans are pretty. Prettier than a piece of paper folded in half.
I now have two. One I bought at the underground mall beneath Pushkin Street in Tbilisi. The other one I received as a gift after I made the mistake of complimenting the owner on it and asking if she'd bought it in Rustavi.
[Short break while I fan myself in this stifling heat.]
My fans are useful now and will be useful in Istanbul.
2 comments:
I bought two fans as gifts. One has the last supper on it and the other the 10 commandments.
Really? I never saw any like that - I bet they're beautiful.
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