the tomb of the Shirvanshahs Baku is hot in every possible way. The sun baked me in the sandstone alleys of the old town like I was bread in an oven. Restaurants are open until one or two in the morning and bars are open even later and packed with young, very cool-looking people who speak two or three languages, minimum. The money generates its own kind of heat, money from Azerbaijan’s immense oil reserves. The buildings outside of Icherisheher, the old town, are a mix of Par