I arrived in Sheki (aka Shaki, but really Şəki) by train and took a taxi to the town centre. I intended to take a taxi to a cafe called Gafgaz and the driver dropped me off on a corner saying the cafe was “right there.” It wasn’t. It was 7:30 in the morning and everything was closed. There were a few people out and about, but I wasn’t at the asking for help stage. So I walked around the town square and then down the streets off it. No cafe. I finally gave in and asked and it turns out the cafe was a bit of a walk, but I found it.
The reason I was looking for the cafe is because I had booked an Air bnb and it was allegedly just across from the cafe. I had the address, but that turned out to be of no assistance. Across from the cafe I did see a woman leaning on a fence, looking at the street. I thought for sure that was the person I was to meet. I walked up to her with a smile and a Zdravstvuyte, but got only scowls. Ok….so i walked up to a man skinning a goat hanging under a tree. I showed him the address and he pointed to a house. I walked up to the house and a man who did not speak English woke up someone who did. It turned out this was not where I was staying. Thankfully the sleepy English speaker called the cell phone of the Air bnb host, who was not in Sheki, but he then called his mother, who was, and the English speaking man walked me to the street and waited with me until the mother walked out to meet me. She was probably in her late 60s, had dyed red hair, and was wearing a patterned house dress, socks and sandals. She showed me a piece of paper that said in English “I do not speak English. Follow me.” And I did.
The house, I learned later, was about 100 years old and built by the family. It was taken by the government during Societ times, during which the family continued to live there, but other families were moved in. After the Soviet Union fell, they eventually got title to the house back and are now working to restore it. Many of the rooms have hand-painted patterns on the walls. My room was brightly coloured.
The mother set me up with tea, fruit, biscuits, and candies. I soon met her son, daughters, and grand daughters, two of whom spoke English. They were very hospitable.
I picked Sheki as it was supposed to be one the prettiest villages in Azerbaijan with a few sites of note. It is pretty set in a basket of green hills and colorful flowers, with distinctive brick patterned houses with tiled roofs. The centre of the town is compact with a nice leafy square and not at all touristy.
After getting settled in my room, I walked to see the sites. I walked up a long hill populated with food merchants, but increasing many many baklava shops. Sheki is famous for a kind of baklava (confusingly called halva). I tried it and didn’t like it nearly as much as non-Sheki halva.
There were various tourist-focussed shops and a few coffee shops. And there were more tourists in that area.
I visited the caravanserai, built in the 18th-19th century.
Form there I was excited to visit the Summer Palace of the Shaki Khans, built in the late 1700s for the royal family. It, along with the centre of Sheki, was added to the list of UNESCO sites just last month. I reached the palace complex, but when I arrived at the palace, the sites was closed, with no explanation. So I took a picture looking over the wall. I found out later that the day before a wind had blown a tree on one part of the palace and someone died.
I walked round the grounds of the palace, which were interesting as a whole, if not so much the individual pieces.
Fortunately, I was able to visit the smaller Winter Palace, which was less lovely from the outside, but beautifully ornate inside. Finding it was a bit of a challenge, but there were some signs in Azeri leading through residential neighbourhoods.
Those were basically the sites. After that I walked around, looking for the bazaar, but found instead a supermarket, which was interesting in it’s own right. And I just wandered around.
In the evening I had dinner on the square and a cigar before returning to my room, where the family invited me to tea and cake on the balcony.
One day in Sheki seemed short, but was enough and I was glad I went.
Charming and colorful. Love it. Luba