Nearly there. Once we got back from the diversion to Abaniyeh onto the motorway, we were in Natanz land. No pictures, obviously. The guide was eagle-eyed, though he readily agreed that any photos we took would be of less use than all the satellite pics. Lots of anti-aircraft guns, some with rather sweet sunshades (I suppose they might have been camouflage, but looked more like shade). The uranium enrichment plant itself pretty nondescript, but then I assume most of it is underground.
And then Kashan, famous for its carpets (which aren't really to my taste), tiles, silk and roses. It's expanding hugely; lots of opulent mansions under construction on the outskirts and whole new suburbs. Here's the frame of a new mosque or shrine:
Iran has thousands of shrines; it's a bit like the Catholic cult of saints, and one of the things that distinguishes Shi'ism from the Sunnis.
But Kashan's other great claim to frame is its ur-garden, the Bagh-e Fin, which is the standard for all that's best in Persian gardens, based on flowing water in channels, with plenty of trees, especially cypresses and plane trees, and roses or other sweet smelling flowers. The cypresses were a sorry sight, as the coldest winter in living memory a few years ago, with a lot of snow, had done a lot of damage, but the old plane trees were thriving. Roses not out yet, unfortunately. Packed with visitors, again, but westerners are clearly quite unusual these days, since the director himself came out to greet us personally.
There's a beautiful pavilion, with water running everywhere through the ground level, where Shah Abbas used to spend most of his summers (and people now throw in coins for luck as everywhere - don't know where they got the coins, which are in short supply; we didn't see any in the time we were there):
The water comes from a spring in the mountains, brought down by the ancient system of qanats. These are underground water channels, some thousands of years old, built to bring water reliably all year round to the plains, for irrigation and household use. They were neglected by the middle of the 20th century (the Pahlavis were keen to undermine the power of landowners and therefore agriculture, in favour of industrialisation in the cities, which they could control and profit from better) but apparently there's been a big programme of repair and renovation since the revolution. Once it leaves the gardens, it's used in the city's piped water supply.
There's also a hammam in the complex. It's notorious now, because in the 19th century the prime minister under one of the Qajar kings was sent here into exile, and then assassinated in the hammam. All the public hammams have been closed down since the revolution, which is a tragic shame. Some of our party are aficionados, and had really enjoyed the hammam in Damascus, so they were very disappointed not to be able to go to one in Esfahan.
A cafe outside the garden, with the water running through:
Shes never interfered with me. I have no complaints about her.
Same here.
Mega ditto.
I met her once and I found her to be a nice lady. Not kookey in any way.
Penta has always been gracious, kind and very sane in all my interactions with her.