I cannot, writing straight away, give you an idea of this marvel. If I were to thread the words, mosaics, pediments, spandrels, bas-reliefs, niches, enamels, corbels, all on a string in a sentence, the picture would still be incomplete. It is strokes of the brush that are wanted, not strokes of the pen. Imagination remains abashed at the remains of the most splendid architecture left to us by Asiatic genius.
This quote is what I wrote on a postcard from a land where handshakes are firm, roads lead to unexpected finds and people seem to be just waiting to welcome you in. In the meantime, from the Shah-i-Zinda in Samarkand, this is all… for now.