Day 96: Whispers of Qajar

In Tehran, I arrived at Golestan Palace, surrounded by a clear sky. The day's fresh air heightened my senses and unveiled a world where history spoke through the palace's architecture and gardens.

The palace showcased Qajar era craftsmanship through a sequence of ornate rooms, each with its own story. Intricate mirrors, colorful tiles, and fancy chandeliers - it was all so grand. My camera and sketchpad became my tools to capture bits of this beauty, as I tried to hold onto the essence of this Persian masterpiece with each click and stroke.

Walking through the gardens, the calmness was a sharp contrast to the busy city beyond the walls. The air smelled sweetly of autumn leaves, adding to the natural charm of the surroundings. I found a bench that was great for thinking and writing down my thoughts. The peaceful surroundings inspired me to reflect.

As the day ended, the setting sun gave the palace a golden glow that made it seem otherworldly. This fleeting moment was a reminder of the impermanent beauty found within art and history.

Today, Tehran's combination of old and new left a big impression on me. The Golestan Palace was more than just a place to visit; it was a lived experience - a conversation between the past and present.