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IRAN | Thursday, 4 July 2013 | Views [591] | View Smaller Image

A number of people I meet in Iran are students, studying their first degree or subsequent degree in university. I met two of them in Persepolis. While our conversation was limited to basic English, the feeling exchanged was one of warmth, fun and innocence. They suggested a photograph, which I happily obliged. From the LCD screen, I saw their solemn pose. ‘This is not them,’ I thought to myself. I showed them the photo, told them to smile. Before they could pose again, I clicked my camera. ‘Not ready,’ one of them exclaimed. ‘More natural,’ I responded and showed them the photo. A happy moment immortalized.

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Next to the Koran, the most revered book in Iran is possibly, the collection of poems written by Hafez. Not only is this book a literary masterpiece, it can also divine one’s fortunes.

At the Tomb of Hafez in Shiraz, I was greeted by the Director and a member of his staff. They invited me for tea, which I accepted. I joined them in their office, listened to the sounds of conversation. People came in and out to borrow (or return) one of many books on the Director’s desk.

I photograph the staff member just when two women opened the door. They came to borrow a book of Hafez’s poems.

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Bread is a staple meal in Iran, particularly, freshly baked bread.

I entered this bakery in Yazd with a local who wanted to show me the process. The baker made dough then placed each piece on the inside wall of the oven. After he took the bread out, it was shortly sold to customers. He gave one piece to us. Hot and crispy.

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