Editor’s note: At the end of any long week, bliss might be a stroll through the autumnal streets of a city colored by the pinkish hue of its preferred building stone. An occasional stop at a free bench to observe passers-by, nap, or do nothing at all might also be in order. Although it’s winter now, Tatevik Vardanyan, in her debut for The Armenite, takes us there, to the open-seated places that wait for the next interested loiterer. We present Benches of Yerevan.