The last day in Isfahan.
We stopped at a garden, that houses a small palace, similar to the one we visited earlier in the day. On the back of the palace, where two guys were playing volleyball, there was a good story to go along with some art on the palace.
A man and a bear become friends. The man tells the bear that he would like to sleep, and he asks the bear to watch over him. A fly lands on the sleeping man's face and the bear brushes it off. A few minutes later, another fly comes and lands on the man's faces and the bear is frustrated, but swats it away. A little bit later on, yet another fly lands on the sleeping man's face, and so the bear takes a giant stone and hits the man in the face with it so flies can't land on it anymore.
What's the moral? Choose your friends wisely.
Another bridge we stopped by was exquisite...and this time, there was water flowing!
We stopped at a garden, that houses a small palace, similar to the one we visited earlier in the day. On the back of the palace, where two guys were playing volleyball, there was a good story to go along with some art on the palace.
A man and a bear become friends. The man tells the bear that he would like to sleep, and he asks the bear to watch over him. A fly lands on the sleeping man's face and the bear brushes it off. A few minutes later, another fly comes and lands on the man's faces and the bear is frustrated, but swats it away. A little bit later on, yet another fly lands on the sleeping man's face, and so the bear takes a giant stone and hits the man in the face with it so flies can't land on it anymore.
What's the moral? Choose your friends wisely.
Then it was time to visit the bridges. This is another place I've been looking forward to, and dreading. Again, lots of memories here. The last time I was here, it was dark, and there were men singing and playing music in the bridge. I waked the bridge by myself this time.
Another bridge we stopped by was exquisite...and this time, there was water flowing!
I saw some men in unusual dress, who kept glancing my way. When I made direct eye contact, the one in white missed a step and nearly fell down some stairs. I smiled, and they approached. They held out their cell phones and asked for a picture. I asked where they were from, and they said that they were Afghans. There was too much of a language barrier to talk about anything else.
J and I returned to the Bazaar and the square later that evening, to wander a bit on our own.
Before dinner, our gracious guide took us to a Jewish neighborhood for a Shabbat service. This was a truly unique experience and it was very moving to here Hebrew and see Jews celebrating the sabbath in the middle of Iran.
Our hotel had some good guidelines for what to do in case of emergency. My new motto will be, "Stay calm and act wisely."
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