More from Shiraz. 23rd October 1968 5.30pm.

Women’s wear. Generally harem or tight pants and dress but here often there is a scarf tied around head with perhaps a row of discs across head. Then long petty coats with bottom ruffle then a shirt with long tail pant and back to ankle and split both sides. then a long sleeve jacket sometimes red velvet. and some times exclusively decorated with neck rack and metal embroidery. Overall a Chados. Shiraz makes me wish I could now also have gone to Esfahan. Glad I learned to write numbers in Persian. That way I get along by having them write. At hotel saw melons like Casaba. I saw them washing clothes in ditch along street. I saw crochet skull cap under Turbine. Tight tailors and even white chador, they sit on sidewalk. Donkeys everywhere. Charles.