M SATTAR SALLEHI NIKOU

The place is wonderful. Change and guaranteed isolation! Situated away from a quasi-medieval village, this small two-bedroom house borders a small lake at the foot of mountains. Only the sillon of ducks, moving in the reeds of the shore, troubles its calm waters. The renversée image of the snow-capped summits reflects this with astonishing sharpness, not to mention the clarity of the air…

Sitting on your host, the possibility of dining in a company sitting on the ground around the korssi (or kursi), the traditional coffee table heated from a thermal source and wrapped with high padded cover. With large cushions, you can glide your legs under the table to warm up. And the trick is played…

After a frugal dinner, followed by a plateau of fruit from the garden, much of the night flows to drink tea and listen to your host tell the story of the sect of ismaili and their leader Hassan Sabah, who launched his young murderers sowing death throughout the Middle East. The old man also evokes hunting stories, where rabbits cross ibex and deer, which go back from the Caspian coast across the ridge.

The leopard would even live on heights. At sunset, silence is only disturbed by a few dog snarls, beating the flanks of the mountain and repeating themselves. Outside, under the vast celestial vault, the starry night shines from all its lights. As in all Iranian houses, a pile of Persian carpets and padded blankets spread into a corner. Once one of them unbent, sleep hasten to close your eyes.