Today I went to an unimposing door:
And behind that door, there was a caretaker:
See the mark on his forehead? It usually means that he is a pious man who takes his prayers very seriously, as the Shia use little stones upon which they place their foreheads when they bow down to pray:
Anyway, the caretaker was in charge of a merchant’s mansion from times long past:
It was called Angurestan-e-malek.
The merchant, a gentleman called Malek Al Tojjar, was long dead, and he had been laid to rest in his house:
With a qur’an:
I hadn’t come there alone, though – Rana and Nasrin from the square were showing me around:
They had brought a dish made from dates and honey:
It was very sweet. I think it would have been too sweet for many people, but I am German and therefore a meister of eating sweet things. Nothing is too sweet for me.
We went to Chehel Sotoun, a pavilion behind a pool in a park.
It had bunch of pillars and was most nice to look at, but I somehow managed to forget to take a picture of it from the outside.
I was busy taking photos of people taking photos:
And of the ceiling, which was exquisite:
One thing that I appreciate about Iranian culture is the way that many ancient monuments are being preserved during renovations. Check out this part of the ceiling, for example:
The old parts and the new parts are strictly separate from each other. In China or Central Asia, this would have probably been made to look perfectly new (or old), and you wouldn’t have been able to tell which parts were genuinely ancient.
Rana and Nasrin gave me a lollipop:
And then we said goodbye.