In A Time of Anxiety: Memories of Kashan

in photography •  last year

The last instalment, then, of the Iranian journey. The central city of Kashan, dusty, a little grimy, but with hidden wonders...


It was late afternoon, and the madrassa students were reading and talking quietly. Above our heads a small bat began its insect-hunt in the dying sun...


In the bazaar next morning, the shopkeepers shrugged and watched us browse...


I wanted to share these images in hope and solidarity with the people of Iran, who were kind and welcoming to us.


And then, not a mosque or bazaar, but a merchant's house.


Then goodbye Iran, and hello the bar in Istanbul airport after ten beer-free days!


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