Everything shifts in the Caucasus, blown by some of the strongest winds on earth. Even the ground moves, splintered by fault lines. In early Georgian myths, it is said that when the mountains were young, they had legs – could walk from the edges of the oceans to the deserts, flirting with the low hills, shrouding them with soft clouds of love. But what about those aspects of life which remain relatively constant – the traditional practices of the people, the practices that are reflected in their legends and their folklore? It is these constants that this book concentrates on accompanied with breathtaking images.