In Meybod, at a caravanserai – the motel of old days for the weary travellers who ply the trade route on camels and horses.
It was after lunch. Slightly drowsy from the afternoon heat and the otherwise excellent lamb shank. Lounged by a little pool connected by the qanat waterways. A group of ladies joined us. One of them (far right) started singing. Beautiful voice. Somehow it’s a song that everyone knows. More people joined in. Once I figure out how to upload a video, I will put it here.