She looked outside the window. “Ammi was right” she thought as she gazed at the outline of skyscrapers, “the city has indeed changed.”
She managed to get a taxi immediately outside the airport and then started a journey not only through the city (to her hotel) but also down memory lane.
On the way, she saw a familiar area and asked the driver to wait by the side of the road. The Azadi Tower stood strong and proud as it had years ago but the surrounding area was different, you could see tourists going window shopping at the boutiques here.
She passed the park which had considerably shrunk to make way for the nearby fast-food joints. Here, as before, little boys still played football while women met to find out the latest gossip and exchange news.
She got to her hotel, flopped on her bed in exhaustion and then took out her sketchbook to draw all that she had seen; who knows what changes Iran would see in the coming years?
Today Pegman is in Tehran, Iran. The photo prompt (second image) is by J Hardy Carroll at the Friday Fictioneers hosted by Rochelle Wisoff-Fields. The word prompt (Exhaust) is given by GirlieOnTheEdge who hosts Six Sentence Stories.