Before getting to beautiful Abyaneh, the NGO that invited me to Iran planned a stop in Kashan, an ancient oasis city dating back to the 4th century BC that offers to visitors the priceless view of typical desert architecture. At about 228km away from Tehran, it is a must as it gives the great opportunity to take a peek at Iran’s private side by visiting the local Abbasian House in Kashan.
Entering the traditional Abbasian House in Kashan
Kashan’s architectural style perfectly adapts to its surroundings: the mountain range creates a red boundary on one side, while the desert on the other side gives the environment its typical warm colors, widely used for decorating the city. With this in mind, we dared invade the privacy of the Abbasian tribe by visiting their huge residence.
This house, obviously belonging to a wealthy family, was built around a courtyard, and its windows, doors, and arches look at the inside instead of the outside.
The residence was built keeping the four seasons in mind, so the underground floors had the purpose to soothe the summer’s extreme desert heat, while the winter was spent on the south of the house, to allow its dwellers to enjoy the daylight as much as possible.
The construction of the Abbasian House in Kashan is actually not ancient, less than 200 years old, and the first thing visitors will notice is its majesty. The huge first well-preserved courtyard was devoted to welcoming guests. The big pool in the middle and the finely decorated garden made it for a delightful view.
To visit the Abbasian House in Kashan, we had a local guide but we were also free to wander around as we pleased, which gave me the time to take all the photos I wanted.
The daylight was slowly fading away and still, no muezzin was in the background. I started wondering whether he was not audible from where we were, which would have sounded very strange for a religious society, or if I was getting used to him already after a couple of days in Iran.
From my visit to Istanbul, I’ve always had a good memory of the muezzin, even at 4 am I almost longed for his suggestive lament, so now I didn’t understand how he could go unnoticed.
To my relief, though, I soon learned I wasn’t that wrong, and after leaving the Abbasian family to what could have been their evening chores, we headed to the mosque for the last prayer of the day.