Bushehr

I wandered for hours through Bushehr's sultry, near-empty streets, drawn to the many abandoned places that always catch my eye. Waves crashed and sprayed across the sidewalk along the seawall, where the sea stretched endlessly into the horizon. Scattered throughout the city were strange, intriguing structures whose purpose I couldn’t quite decipher—each one adding to the quiet, mystical atmosphere that lingered in the air.

At one point, I came across an unusual local carpentry shop and asked the owner if I could take some photos. It felt perfectly in tune with the city's surreal, worn-out charm.