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.
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Persian Reflections 
I would really enjoy this since I love to dance. Especially belly dance. The costumes remind me of belly dance costumes.
Cher’ley, the dances the women did were also like belly-dancing, but they kept the baskets on their heads the whole time.
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