Rikoti Live Camera ⚡

chaos. A minibus full of tourists disgorges its cargo. Men in leather jackets smoke near the war memorial. A woman argues with a fruit vendor over the price of tangerines. A stray dog, three-legged and philosophical, lies down exactly in the middle of the crosswalk. The camera registers everything with equal indifference.

It does not blink.

the sun cracks the spine of the Caucasus. The camera’s iris adjusts. Suddenly, the world is sharp: the guardrails painted in Soviet-era yellow, the gravel shoulder scattered with crushed red berries, and the old man in a wool cap selling jars of wild honey from the trunk of a Lada. He waves at the camera. Not for us. For his daughter in Tbilisi. Rikoti Live Camera