I was a young girl when I first had the chance to visit Iran. It was the glorious 70s. As happened many times in the history before, during those years Iran was one of the centers of the world. Geo-politically its magnetic appeal concentrated strenghts from various sources. Its beauty was nevertheless overwhelming all the rest. From white slopes on mountains to dry salted deserts, from orange trees lined on sea shores to green hidden oasis, from ancient stone tombs to colorful islamic domes, Persia always enchanted all travellers.
This blog is a tribute to my father Nico. To his profound love for art and history. With thankfulness for the passion he transmitted me for the unique culture of the Persian land, for the ever changing colors of its nature, for the infinite details of its history, for its mystic poetry, for the gentle dignity of its citizens.
My hope is that an increasing number of people will now have the opportunity to discover the past and present richness of this country. By reading this blog and or by travelling to Iran. All blog images come from my recent journeys there.
Irani people call it the “Small revolution”: let the world know and appreciate their country. I have some hints for you all. Don’t miss them!