Beneath the oppressive summer sun of Kashan, beads of perspiration trickled down the foreheads of passersby. In one of the narrow, adobe alleyways, time seemed to have paused in its relentless march. The high, mud-brick walls, painted in a uniform earthy hue, provided the only respite from the sun's relentless glare in this minimalist alleyway. A minimalism that bore no claim to being trendy, nor did it need to. …

Let's Roam

  As we reached the threshold of the Abbassian Traditional House, a childlike sense of excitement took root within my companion's heart. Like an impatient child eager for a mint chocolate, she moved through the ancient structure with unrestrained enthusiasm. My wife, always my confidante and partner in exploration, seemed to feel an insatiable thirst to devour every memory held within those walls. With indescribable eagerness, they whispered, "I'm going …

Let's Roam