I flew Air France to Paris and then on to Tehran, about 20 hours total travel time. Women needed to don headscarfs before leaving the plane, and it took me about two hours to exit the airport, as I was fingerprinted and generally left to cool my heels while paperwork was shuttled about.
I was in Iran for 10 days--Tehran, Yazd, Shiraz, Esfahan, with various other sites along the way. It was just me and my guide. I had access that I did not expect, such as being able to get into Friday Prayers at Tehran University, which is more of a national political rally broadcast each week, complete with the obligatory calls of "Death to America!" I had tea with an ayatollah and we spoke about the separation between faith and state (which he supported). I spoke with those who had fought in the war with Iraq, including my guide, who had trained in the US before the revolution. I visited Khomeini's grave, and saw the graves of the countless young who died in the war. I met many many people, all of whom were friendly and welcoming to me as an American, which I was always clear to identify. Lots of criticism of the current regime, no singing allowed in public, lots of young women pushing the envelope on what is acceptable to wear, but lots of religious conservatism as well. These few words don't capture it all, nor do these few pictures, but it gives you a taste. If you have any questions feel free to drop me an email or leave a comment.

Me at Friday Prayers at Tehran University, up in the press box.

Banner at Friday Prayers.

Me again at Friday Prayers.

Our branch campus in Tehran.

My hotel in Yazd.

Yazd.


Yazd.

Five on a bike.

Yazd.

Persepolis (that place Foreign Policy says you can't see).

Esfahan.

With the Ayatollah Ansari. Esfahan.

Esfahan.

Christian church. Esfahan.

Everyone is cellphone crazy. Esfahan.

Esfahan.

Stylish.