Yazd: A Philosopher and a Psychic
We left Esfahan for Yazd, a desert oasis, and apparently very, very hot. Oh good. The desert was very similar to the rest of the desert, though there were fewer military bases. The atmosphere went a little odd too- the beards were bigger, the women were fewer, and those that were around were all chador-ed up. Yazd was excellent. It was viciously hot, and made you behave oddly. We only went out at night, and otherwise stayed in our phenomenally amazing, beautiful haveli hotel, good enough for any honeymoon, and ate incredibly good food sat on the rooftop with a small cat. The muezzin improved to the extent that you’d actually want to listen to for an extended period. The city itself was very, very old. The air felt old, and like it should smell of library books. It was all made out of mud, with little narrow corridors to get lost down. I liked it. I could have lived there. Despite my silly anxiety...