I guess you’ve cottoned on to the fact that J and I think that Iran is a pretty amazing place – so amazing that within a few days I was struck down by a mysterious malaise much akin to battle fatigue. It was a mixture of vertigo; aching neck muscles; blurred vision and a sort of cerebral numbness. Before you make any smart comment about being ‘at it again’, I wish to state that in Iran a request to a waiter for ‘a glass of malt’ gets you something that looks like beer and tastes like ‘Vimto’ – if you are lucky! If you are unlucky it tastes like peaches!
Anyway, where was I? Oh, yes – my mysterious malaise – Ceilingtoliosis. I’m pretty sure that the bug got me on our first day in Iran, here, at the Golistan Palace in Tehran as I stood open-mouthed in amazement.
and ‘Yes’, that really is all crystal
What follows are just a few photos from part of one day in Esfahan. I’ve thrown in a couple of ‘other’ pics to reduce your chances of catching this incredulity-dulling infection – enjoy!
by way of variety, a painted marquetry ceiling
we’re lucky if they paint the concrete where I come from
this is the amazing acoustic ceiling of the 6th floor music room, created from gypsum plaster, in the palace on Imam Square – mini-concerts take place here still
a bit more painting and marquetry
I feel myself slipping under
so a quick whiff of smelling-salts
even the famous bridge
. . our hotel room (free-hand, not stencil)
local restaurant – again, we are not talking transfers
in the end, we were glad to jump a cable-car, head for the mountains and photograph . .
. . some mosses, lichens and liverworts!
Alan Fenn, recovering in Okçular Köyü