Shahrisabz is the place Tamarlame was born, but more of that in a separate item.
In one of the villages in the hills near Shahrisabz a few of the families had made a performance showing traditional seremonies etc to attract tourists, and we were one of the groups that visited them.
We stopped at a gate in a dusty street. The gate opened and we were met by the local music quartett. Not excactly standard instruments!
In addition to get fresh nan, they showed us traditional customs. Not everything was really interesting, but they showed us a wedding. The groom had this handkerchief in front of his mouth all the time, I don’t know why. The bride had downcast eyes all the time and wore a nice vail in front of her face.
It was a really nice experience and quite unexpected.I really enjoyed it.
How people can make a living on farms like this is more than I can understand and it was sort of an eye opener. Again I was struck by the friendliness of the people. It was typical that when we came up to the farm on dry side of the street the owner came out and said: Oh so nice, did you come to drink tea with me?