Shiraz, city of Hafez
Tuesday, July 15th, 2008
The tomb of Hafez, one of the most loved Persian poets. Hundreds of people come here every night, some just sitting, others reading his poetry aloud. The atmosphere is magical. One man was crying helplessly at his epitaph – where else in the world can that happen?
After taking my camera and playing with it for 10 minutes, this man insisted I took a picture of him. We’re sitting on Persian carpets in front of a mosque and we absolutely zero understanding of each others languages. I like it.
Detail of Vakil mosque.
Clean interior of the Vakil Mosque.
So… 137 what?
And always the mountains as backdrop to the city.
Friendly Shirazis insisting they buy me their local icecream.
More Shiraz pictures.
The tomb of Hafez, one of the most loved Persian poets. Hundreds of people come here every night, some just sitting, others reading his poetry aloud. The atmosphere is magical. One man was crying helplessly at his epitaph – where else in the world can that happen?
After taking my camera and playing with it for 10 minutes, this man insisted I took a picture of him. We’re sitting on Persian carpets in front of a mosque and we absolutely zero understanding of each others languages. I like it.
Detail of Vakil mosque.
Clean interior of the Vakil Mosque.
So… 137 what?
And always the mountains as backdrop to the city.
Friendly Shirazis insisting they buy me their local icecream.
More Shiraz pictures.