grasswire

Here we are, back in our flat in Kamnik, still under the impression of bewildering “I did it m way” Teheran traffic, handsome faces of friendly people, safran rice served with a pack of butter, black silhouettes of the south and vibrant scarf colours of the north, the taste of dates and geometry of kilims, the emptiness of bazaars at night and the smell of the roaring motorcycles, small grocery stores where you shop with your index finger and big plastic calculator, “oral” navigation of taxi drivers and khakis from the garden of Slovene embassy…
I could go on and on and probably will in the next few days; the pic is from the desert city of Yazd.