Last night, we went in search of a bonfire to jump over to celebrate chahar shanbeh souri (see my last post), and this is what we found:
I could have left my seven-league boots at home, but it was fun anyway.
Then came the dancing. First the kids:
Then the adults (these dancers are from southern Iran – with an Arab flair):
No fireworks or beating pots with metal spoons, but there was enough kebab to feed a small, hungry nation.