Samovars in shops along the road kept water hot and available to anyone in need of it at a nominal price.
When we were in a city and walking about, we would often stop at a tea house for refreshment under the trees in a garden, with tea and fresh dates or some other nice treat. And I, for one, always enjoyed sharing a hookah or water pipe with lovely flavored tobacco if they were available.
Our additional choice in cities when walking around was a dish of saffron ice cream flavored with rose water or a fantastic cold dish of paludeh made with frozen rice noodles, sugar, and lime juice. In Esfahan, we got a combination of the two. Do I look happy eating mine in Imam Square? Mmmmm, yes.
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