In Shiraz at the tomb of the great Iranian poet Hafeziah, people wanted to take pictures with us. One of the teenaged girls asked if she could kiss and hug me because I reminded her of her grandmother. She was lovely. We met a family from Vancouver on the plane...they left Iran when their teenaged son, now 17, was 3. A charming kid, he asked us a lot of questions and had lovely manners. This family and two Americans, now living in Thailand, are following the same route as us around the country.