..can be shattered in one day? I think we are at about Number 566 ground into dust by the reality of Iran and its truly welcoming and friendly people.
Remember those 'reports' of streets filled with billowing black robes? While there are some, they are a small minority. Most women are in slacks, over blouses and headscarves in great colors and patterns. An Iranian guy we met on the plane told us Iranian woman have invented the 'bad hijab', a version of the head scarf that sits way back on the head revealing much coiffed hair.
The city has terrible traffic, but lots of trees and is spotlessly clean.
And the people are a hoot. Here's a picture of us with three guys who treated us to lunch and an afternoon of laughs. They were several sheets to the wind. In Iran. Yup, in Iran.
The food was yummy, especially the olives marinated in ground walnuts and pomegranate juice.
The Jewelry Museum houses the collected national jewels, souvenirs of
several hundred years of bling-addiction. The baubles obliterate those
trotted out by Good Queen Liz in London. There are bowls of cut emeralds
and rubies. Make that platters. How much is there? The collection is
the standard that backs up the Iranian currency
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