Sunset Aerial over Mtskheta. Nearly 500 m above the hill, the sun sets behind the mountains while the river bends glow below. Late afternoon and sunset are the most rewarding hours here: the facades turn gold and the rivers below catch the last light. Mikhail Lermontov opened his poem “Mtsyri” (1839) with this very landscape: the place where the Aragvi and the Kura embrace below an old monastery.
