Natanz

Somewhere like this.


Leaves that are starting to turn golden, a lone tile clad minaret, mud bricks and a winding alley. There's nothing remarkable about it but yet its all very special to me. I can still recall the smell of the cool crisps air and the blue of the sky very vividly. I always feel a sense of guilt when planning a holiday to a destination other than Iran; Just a tiny hint, but enough.