Isfahan, half the world.

and you traveled 4 hours south.

Through crushed powder. red granite rock and limestone cliffs to the city they swore had devoured half the world in its majesty.

Isfahan, nesf Jahan.

And you walk grand boulevards and sweeping river banks. Searching.

Only to wonder if a velvet river can inhale all those quiet gazes. All that crushed powder. with only the moonlight to soothe her.