We met Mustafa around one so as to have lunch at one of the restaurants he knows around the bazaar alleys. We then strolled around till five, once I had a few gifts to offer to the ladies working at the Qeysarieh Museum Café gallery, which had become one of my favourite places. I had bought a few things at the Museum and by doing so had become acquainted with the female personnel working there, one of whom was a Georgian lady who still was an English teacher.
I was happy to see them happy with the gifts (some pieces of jewellery and an embroidered bag for Ely, the one I had spoken to the most, who happened not to be on duty that particular day). The more I looked at the square from this rather unique observation poin the more I felt Isfahani ...
Prior to meeting Hamid at Hafez we quickly went by Mustafa's to pick up my earrings and to give a little gift to the daughter of one of the bazaar vendors.
Gifts are in fact gestures of appreciation and love and the more I put smiles on peoples' faces the more I like to further "give".
(To be continued)
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