During the golden days of the Silk Road there were around 1000 caravanserais offering free hospitality for the merchants crossing the mountains and deserts with their products. One of these is where we will stay tonight.
We find out there is good quality flower juice in Kashan and, indeed, we are welcomed with cold rose water served in blue glasses at the Negin Traditional Hotel, resembling the outlay of a former caravanserai and comprising of restored and connected Qajar era houses.
Negin Hotel, whose tagline is Dream house in the traditional town of Kashan is established by an Iranian family that lives abroad.
The wind is blowing through my flower print dress from Casablanca, not through my hair, as it is covered. Everybody else seems to be concerned about wi-fi and I’m concerned about the quintessence of life.
Everybody throws a thing or two: an embassy, reference to a star who asks about their well-being, all the exotic destinations they’ve been to. Happy to be past all these worldly temptations, these illusions, especially bragging.
Enjoying rose water and the smell of flowers in the interior courtyard of the former caravanserai, while the call to prayer hears at distance. The prayer hears as if it were in our hotel, a traditional former Caravanserai on the Silk Road. Overlapping voices of the call to prayer from the nearby mosques. Do I really belong to this culture?
I came here to discover more of who my ancestors were and rediscover myself by immersing in this sublime culture. I found greatness, but I also found the reminiscence of a fallen empire.
The details of the property take me to another era when there still was time for poetry and introspection, I think to myself as I walk down the wide terraces of the traditional hotel.
In the old fashioned style I carry with me my notebook with all the information I need, the itinerary and some thoughts written by hand. Iran is not exactly the place where you can rely on the Internet. I do love details, so my Bonchaier I chose to bring to Iran has an Orient inspired drawing and the description reads Persa.
Details, the passion of my life. The detail of life, a blossom flower.
The Negin Hotel in Kashan is just two steps away from the centuries old Kashan Bazaar and here I could find the simplest, yet the most beautiful blue and turquoise decoration that stand out exceptionally in the ochre general décor of the clay.
I was particularly enchanted to find a wind chime during one of my long walks through the many hidden paths of the hotel. It has 12 round, turquoise, clay figures representing Astrology. I see it as a sign; I see everything as a sign. God talks to us through many means.
Moreover, the history of Persia with Astrology (The Only Astrology Book You’ll Ever Need) is well known and it is one of the reasons that I was drawn to these places. Let’s say…
The tree of life is a symbol that I saw many times depicted around Iran from civil construction to the Ali Qapu Palace in Isfahan and this place makes no difference.
The stairs to our room are super high, but having the opportunity to spend a night in a historic place is worth it. Besides, staff is extremely willing and helpful and they took my heavy suitcase upstairs.
Tired after a long day I cannot find the bathroom in our room. I can see everything else. Then I notice a painted panel depicting a tree is actually our door to the bathroom. Pretty cool, no?
This is by far one of the coolest hotels I’ve stayed in and I have a lot of experience in this area.
A painting in our room on the narrow staircase that opens in yet another interior open-air courtyard, a wonderful place to rest, either on the Persian traditional carpets or on some tables. The decor is super traditional, minimalist from a point of view, but of great impact.
Each room has a traditional decor and these were rooms that had particular purposes back in the days. The opened air courtyard is filled with flowers, traditional decoration items. Birds are singing all day and you can drink a tea or serve the best cheesecake here.
The hallway leading to the wing where our room was located and also to the relaxation area, a sort of games room – which is opened air, as well.
From one of the doors of the hotel they were bringing sacks of peppers and fat eggplants. Eggplants (bademjan) are one of the most important ingredients of Iranian cuisine. This is what tourists what to see. Authenticity!
As I write this, I run upon Sami Yusuf’s Forgotten Promisses also shot in Iran at the Azadi Tower. Give it a look it’s worth seeing, to promote tolerance, understanding of one another and love. We are all the same, in the end!