Land of White Angels
After graduation and doing some hard work in the field (first picture) nothing is sweeter than a bike trip. This time, Varzaneh. The road to Varzaneh is one of a mysterious one. It’s like a dream. Dream to a desert. That’s completed with some Electric Moon long songs or some of William Ackerman peaceable tracks. The people in east of Isfahan are fantastic. You’d love to find every simple situation to contact them, and the same is true for them. They made us happy by their greetings and even vehicle horn. When I arrived in Varzaneh white angels could be identified in the city. They were real angels. You could sense it by even their looks and their hospitality. Their Timurid congregational mosque- which the prime foundation is a Zoroastrian temple- was open to tourists and you could find some time talking to elders. They were so kind and no words can now describe my feelings about talking to them. I was in a paradise there. Kids playing and giggling voices redoubled that feeling. Back toward Isfahan made an opportunity visiting Barsian Seljuk mosque and minaret. It is one of top old mosque and minaret in Iran. That was really grandeur, left you praising for hours just by looking at it.
My journey ended up last night in my apartment, but that’s just the beginning.
