How many beautiful things can combine at a time: fresh air, a bowl full of pistachio, a plate of fresh fruit, Muhammadi rose water, a worn out book of the poetry of Omar Alkhayyam, Hafiz and Alshirazi, a smiling face with golden hair falling over her forehead singing some verses in Persian extolling Isfahan’s beauty, the translation of which into English is: "Isfahan which they call half the world, We found a hundred years in Isfahan"