Leaving Nakhchivan behind, we cross the Aras River and Iran immediately fills us with curiosity. Mountain silhouettes give way to domes and tilework, and our journey feels less like moving from one land to another and more like stepping from one time into another. With each step, we feel as if we are entering a new story.
In Tabriz, the heart of the city is beating under the stone-arched bazaars. We are seeing the bright colours of the carpet looms, hearing the rhythm of the copper artisans at work and smelling freshly ground spices all at once. As we sip strong tea in a little café, the city’s natural warmth is gently reaching us.
On the way to Lake Urmia, the scenery softens and the sky and water almost turn into a single mirror. As we walk across the salt islands, a light breeze is refreshing our minds. Every photo we are taking at sunset becomes a highlight in our travel album.
In Tehran, the tempo is rising. We are strolling down wide boulevards, passing gallery windows and modern museums. In the courtyard of a palace, we are feeling the elegance of the past, and in lively cafés we are catching the rhythm of today. The city’s energy is refreshing our love of travel and giving new momentum to our journey.
In Isfahan and Shiraz, aesthetics are taking the lead. Blue-tiled domes, graceful bridges and blooming gardens are surrounding us like a poem. In every scene, we are seeing art and faith woven together, while stone and light are dancing before our eyes.
As we return to Nakhchivan, we are bringing back not only souvenirs but also a new outlook that cannot be measured. This route is showing us how cultures inspire one another and how travel quietly transforms a person. Every detail we remember becomes an invitation to the next journey.
