Leg of lamb, cooked in Yazd, the meat fell off the bones, original and unique flavors.
Sabzi Polo
The rice itself is highly fragrant, scented with dill, mint and whatever other soft herbs you can get, along with heady saffron.
OMG the chicken!
I can't give enough compliments to the chefs and restaurant management for treating us to local Yazd cuisine, and the same for the tour company for picking great restaurants all along the way. Kudos.
I am defeated. Help, Farooq only you can figure this out.
The closesst I got with Azra's interpretation was
آنکه بی باده کند جان مرامست کجاست
Where is the soul who takes my breath away.
Blue
Great new friends, Bus Number 2 building bridges with Bus Number 4.
Blue
Coffee art, as good as it gets, Dad Hotel Coffee Shop.
Blue
Last night in Yazd, there should be a sad song with that name.
Blue
Green
Sepheran Air
Green
Flying out of Yazd, onward to Shiraz.
Green
See you soon, Yazd, we'll miss you!
We reached an unassuming doorway with a sign saying Emarat Aghigh, Cultural Restaurant. Little did we know what a wonder we were entering, a land of Alladin and his Genie.
Dad Hotel, even the hallways are exquisitely decorated.
How the windcatcher cools a room with no moving parts.
