Secrets of Khaajoo Bridge

The birds are returning to their nests. The day has reached its end. The "Khaajoo" Bridge, lying peacefully in the bosom of the Zaayande Rood waters, still bears witness to the passage of centuries and hides its secrets within its breast. Enchanted by the magic of oriental architecture, I am still here drawing. The golden reflection of the torches in the galleries and the chatter of the coffeehouse's late-night customers mingle with the cool, pleasant evening breeze. The fish from the fountains in the "Bakhtiari" Mountains pick seeds of light from the Tonight on the 25th of September 1840. I leave the memory of drawing these sketches with the blue waves of the Zaayande Rood, to carry to those, who will come in the future.