While the Town is Busy Sleeping… (Photo/Hasmik Harutyunyan)

Sometimes, when the streets of Yerevan get too crowded and noisy, its serene and welcoming yards become the quickest getaway. From the Stalin-era augmented Khrushchevkas and two-meters-tall clay-straw houses built on one another to the freshly hung laundry and “besedkas,” Yerevan yards haphazardly agglutinate all these little stories, painting the collective image of Yerevantsis. Let’s take a walk around the narrow and wide, known and unknown labyrinthine yards where Yerevantsis play Nardi, chat, head to buy their daily matnakash, fall in love, and live.

Close-Mouthed. (Photo/Hasmik Harutyunyan)

Zig-Zaged. (Photo/Hasmik Harutyunyan)

Close the Door… Not All the Way. (Photo/Hasmik Harutyunyan)

Take a Walk on the Wild Side. (Photo/Hasmik Harutyunyan)

Shesh U Besh. (Photo/Hasmik Harutyunyan)

I’ll Wait for You There Like a Stone. (Photo/Hasmik Harutyunyan)

Up! (Photo/Hasmik Harutyunyan)

The Ticket Window. (Photo/Hasmik Harutyunyan)

Tumanyan is That Way. (Photo/Hasmik Harutyunyan)

A Stich in Time Saves Nine. (Photo/Hasmik Harutyunyan)

Snowed Under. (Photo/Hasmik Harutyunyan)

Beware of the Icicles. (Photo/Hasmik Harutyunyan)

Pathway to Childhood. (Photo/Hasmik Harutyunyan)