In the morning, Arash went to work, Negin to university (bringing Nikoo to school) and Mustafa fetched me for a sightseeing tour.
First stop was at the Karim Khan citadel. (18th cent.)

A lot had to be renovated, maybe because it before now had been a prison or because no one had cared for it for long (first I thought, because of warfare but found no information)

Then we went to the old and big Vakil Bazar.
The smell there is dominated by spices, partly offered in big bags. In one of the yards of the bazar, you find the Moshir house.

those who fear that belief is not enough for their safety, can buy superstitious weapons against the evil

Maybe the highlight of the tour was the Shah e Cheragh Shrine, starting alone by its size:
You enter a big yard, come to a gate to get to an even bigger yard and wherever you look, you see beautiful buildings.

sometimes I can’t help but taking a picture, although I know it will not show what meets the eye

We walked on to the Manteghi Nezhad historical house which now is a museum for Islamic art.

A friend of Mustafa not only served us delicious juice,
he also played on the santur for us. (Somewhen, in November, a video should follow).

After all that walking, Mustafa enthusiastically sighed “ice cream” and the latter followed soon:)
We went home where I fought against those too many photos and tried to update the blog, interrupted by pampering fruits, then lunch,

kids eating pasta with sauce at their beds with their hands – would this be possible in Austrian families?
then tea&cake, then fruits…
Later in the afternoon, Nikoo had Karate class.

this is Viennese “Reichsbrücke” (bridge over Danube river) in a thriller playing in Vienna and the people talking Farsi 😀

So, we went there by car, And Arash, Amir and I went on to a car wash: You bring the car, someone washes and cleans for an hour and you get your car back. Meanwhile we made a walk with Amir in the buggy.
In the evening, during dinner, we had some interesting and sometimes funny conversation. Only examples: the famous “last exam”-dream (Years after high school you dream that your exam isn’t valid anymore, you have to pass it again, and have forgotten everything) is international. And a joke about Shiraz’ people laziness: a workstation burns, and a worker screams for help. A second worker says to him “when your mouth is open yet, please cry for help for me, too”.
To make the day complete, Arash and I made a short night walk.
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