I walked back to the Khaju bridge along the banks of the Zayande river, and was surprised to see the ongoing activities- from families playing table tenis to local people using "portable" blazing fires to warm themselves up or carpets on which to eat something, as well as runners under the direction of a gymnastic coach (I suppose)
I was to meet an Iranian lady I should have stayed at initially and by the time she showed up the bridge had been lit up turning the whole atmosphere into a fairy-like experience.
We drove to the Armenian quarter where I had the chance not only to get to know Mashad a little better (we had only been in contact with each other by mail) but also spend some time in a fascinating tea house as we indulged in a "gourmande-like" approach to the Iranian pastry. The Vank Cathedral was also lit up and its sight reminded me once more of the endless hours I had spent in its interior admiring the frescoes back in 2014.
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