Dust

For two nights in a row, Yazd was engulfed in preludes to a dust storm. Crazy winds. The streets were so clouded with dust that it was difficult to walk back to the guest house. When we finally got back by taxi, the winds just got worse. The giant canvas over the courtyard of the guest house flapped madly like there was no tomorrow.

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But by day break, the dust settled. The weather and skies were the most beautiful we had experienced thus far while in Iran. Alas, we were to set off for Isfahan.

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