hard to believe the history, as I sip tea on a
floating teahouse on the fringes of the river,
where younger denizens tuck into kebabs
and tea. To get across to the fixed bed-style
seating, board floating wooden rafts. Waiters
wade over in wellington boots. The air here
is gently breezy, a welcoming respite to the
heat of Northern Khuzestan province. The river
teahouse claims the best views of the remnants
of the ancient bridge. Afterwards, stroll along
the riverbank to watch picnicking couples and
friends, with several polite invites to join.
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