In Iran for the fifth day now. We have not been alone for one minute. Iranians must be master conversationalists.
We were having tea on a takht, thinking we could rest a bit from wandering around the old city of Yazd and from random chatty Iranians. But a family decided to join us in a heap on the day bed. Farsi-speaking only. But no big worry; this time we are armed with a pocket dictionary.