Bazaars Before the Noise

Most people see Iran’s bazaars at their loudest—packed, chaotic, alive. But if you show up before the city wakes, you get something else. Empty corridors echo with your footsteps. Shopkeepers sip tea in silence, their faces soft before the day hardens them. The colors are still there, but muted, like someone turned the volume down on the world. It’s the only time you can really see the bones of the place—before the bargains, before the crowds, before you have to pretend you know what you’re doing. I never thought I’d crave quiet in a place famous for noise, but now I look for it everywhere. #Travel #TravelTruths #MorningInIran