Isfahan's journey: From thirty -three bridges to Khaju Bridge

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Following the previous post that I shared a corner of Isfahan's spectacular attractions, this time I want to go to two of the most famous bridges in Isfahan; That is, thirty -one and Khaju Bridge. The two historic and beautiful bridges that really take to see the other mood!

First let's go to Khaju Bridge and his unique beauties.

▪︎Khaju Bridge▪︎

This is a beautiful view of this beautiful view that was painted in my mobile camera box.

The Khaju Bridge is built on the Zayandehrood River that passes through Isfahan. The bridge was built in the Safavid era about 5 years ago. That time, it was not just a simple bridge; It was both a barrier to control the water, and a luxury and royal place for recreation and relaxation. There is a two -story building in the middle of the bridge, which they say the king himself would sit with his guests and watch the river view.

The bridge design is such that when the water is in the river, it crosses the arches and makes a special and pleasant sound. People would come here for a long time, sit down, read poetry, make ... summary was a hangout for good.

The Khaju Bridge still has the same old feeling. When you go there, it looks like you are separated for a moment.

As you can see in the first photo, unfortunately, due to recent droughts in the country, the river has almost dried. Contrary to what there was a lot of water in the past and the reflection of the bridge in the water, it was more beautiful, but today it is.

I also took photos of different angles in the day and night.

The architecture of this bridge is unique. Those arches, that delicate role and naghra on the tiles, everything is carefully and elegant. It has a special glory that, although it is old, still attracts one.

But honestly, what I miss was to see your bridge at night. When the lights turn on and the light comes in the arches, the bridge looks like a bridge. Reflection of light in the water, the cooler and cool night of the night, the sound of the water flow ... Everything gives you all the way to make one breathe, and drown in that space.

That night I sat down a corner of the bridge, I didn't say something, I didn't take a photo ... I just looked. Some moments are not worth registering with the camera, you have to keep them. Khaju Bridge was one of those moments.

The arches are one of the most beautiful, the wall with those fine tiles that are still attractive after all this year. There's an old, magnificent feeling in its interior that doesn't let you easily.

I stood and took a few different places, every angle had a story. Even the ceiling of some parts was decorated with designs and roles that would have lost if you were not careful.

You really have to go there and see closely to find out what I'm saying. I took a photo, but no one shows the real sense of that moment.

▪︎Thirty -three bridges▪︎

Thirty -one in the middle of the heart of Isfahan, as if history was drawn to the birth. It is not a bridge, a story that with every step of the method, its plate is sheet. When you look at it from afar, these arches look like a row of music from the music that instead of the sound.

Every few years I go there, I get a special feeling. It is as if there is some kind of pause in time. You see people who just came to breathe for a moment. Some are silent, some are taking pictures, some walk in love. But one thing in common is: a silent respect to that bridge.

Water, if there is nothing ... then the thirty -one will become a mirror, which you see in both, and a piece of the past.

There is a quiet one. A stone relaxation that for centuries, without words, but full of words.

Now thirty -one is more stepping rather than passing. The car that will no longer be rejected, but people from all over Iran only to see it. Especially the nights, when its beautiful lighting is lit.

Sometimes, of course, one gets a heart, because the Zayandeh is not always full of water. When it is dry, the bridge gets a little sad. But again, it is its greatness, even quiet. Somehow tied with people's memories, from wedding photos to love, to the hearts that are engraved on the wall.

Thirty -one is not just a monument, it's alive. A piece of people's mass memory.

In my mind, thirty -one is like a wise old old, calm and brutal. Khaju is an old lover, with a heart full of poetry. Both, part of a city that can still be surprised by one.

If you go once, you understand why everyone says Isfahan half.

I hope you can visit the beauties of this area of ​​Isfahan at a suitable opportunity. Be sure to see Isfahan's tourist attractions more interested in history.
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