In a sunny day, strolling around, over and across the Si-o-Seh bridge seems to be in everybody’s agenda. Families, couples, old men and contemplative mullahs. Under each arch you an sea a group of friends chatting, and each of the popular tea houses in the top floor are busy with costumers. For an moment I remember Florence’s Ponte Vecchio, but unlile the Tuscan bridge, here locals appropriate the bridge daily. The place is not a postcard place converted into folklore and cut off from the surrounding inhabited city. Here you can hear the whistling of tea boiling, and the hassle of children playing. There is an organic relation with the rest of the city.
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