We started out from Yazd on another bus, and arrived some 6 hours later in Ishfahan. We arrived late at night and were expecting to turn up in a quiet city. We were wrong. The city is one of Iran’s biggest, home to around 2 million people. So we jumped in an old Renault which served as a taxi and sped through the neon lit city streets to our hostel.
The next morning, following another delicious Iranian breakfast, we set out on a tour of the city. We learnt that the city flourished from 1050 to 1722, particularly in the 16th and 17th centuries under the Safavid dynasty when it became the capital of Persia for the second time. An Afghan invasion in 1722 caused instability. The city lost its political importance over the next 50 years, culminating in the Qajar dynasty moving the capital to Tehran in 1775.
The tour took us to the heart of Isfahan Naqsh-e Jahan square. This is one of the largest city squares in the world and a UNESQO site. The square is the site of the bazaar, the Jameh mosque and the Ali Qopu palace.
The Jameh mosque is one of the oldest in Iran, and has been remodeled a number of times. It has elements of all the major historical influences in the city including Mongols, Muzzafarids, Timurids and Safavids. The end result of all this is an incredible mosque, with unbelievable tiling and colours. This was the most impressive mosque we saw while in Iran
From the mosque we went to Ali Qopu palace and had a look around. Each of the floors was very different style and function. The music floor had intriate wood paneling which improved acoustics, and the balcony was where the Shahs enjoyed watching games of Polo.
As per ‘how to run a tour guide for dummies’ we went and saw a traditional print maker in the bazaar, which would be more accurately termed a labyrinth. We returned here later in our stay and got quite lost.
Then we tried some ice cream. Issy was very excited about this. The flavours were rose and saffron. Issy was very disappointed about this. From here we went to a summer palace where we saw some old murals which were pretty neat.
That evening we were invited to a house party. We were not expecting anything like this and it turned out to be one of the more memorable events in our time in Isfahan. We got in a taxi and drove for about an hour out of town to a very nice house. Here we had lots of food and music. The women were able to take off their headscarves and dance with guys, which normally is banned. There was also a couple of bottles of moonshine type alcohol in old coke bottles, which apparently get smuggled across the border. We were able to talk to locals about growing up in Iran and stuff like that. Very different to what we were expecting, but still a great time.
The next day we went out to the Armenian quarter, New Jolfa. About three hundred thousand Armenians moved to Isfahan when the Ottoman empire began persecuting them. They were welcomed by the Shah due to their knowledge of silk trade.
The area had a nice cathedral and it was accompanied by a really interesting museum which had clandestine copies of bibles, information about the Armenian genocide (which was news to both of us) and a really neat inscription of the koran which was etched onto a single strand of hair and had to be seen through a microscope. After the cathedral we went to a music performance with traditional instruments.
We spent the rest of our time in Isfahan mostly in the square. Here we met a few people who came to talk to us to practice their English and learn about us. Having been so many places where this inevitably leads to a scam it was quite refreshing for people to just be friendly and curious. This happened more times in Iran than anywhere else in the world and it made a big difference to how we viewed the country. Our final night we went for a picnic to Kahju bridge.
From Ishafan we went on a road trip north to Kashan. We stopped at a couple of places along the way. First up way Hanjan castle. This place was falling apart and it felt very dodgy walking across the holes and beams. There was a really random exercise park next to it too.
Then we went to Abynaeh, which was a town in the mountains. It is made from a red type of clay and built on a steep hillside. Then we went to Kashan, there was an interesting garden, called Fin garden. We learnt about how the Shah organised a stabbing of a prime minister figure in a bathhouse of an otherwise very pretty garden.