I met this little old lady in a small rural town in Iran. She approached me speaking Persian whilst shoving her huge bag of plums at me (the large sack in the photo). I tried to explain that I didn’t want to buy any plums and that I had just eaten. She didn’t understand one bit but she was so persistent I let her give me the bag; she instantly started walking away from me waving her hand. I followed her down the road for about two blocks at which she stopped at a water tap, got about 5 plums out of the bag and told me to wash them. Still a little confused, I submitted and followed her instructions. She then took the bag back from me and continued to troddle up this small alley leaving me with a handful of delicious plums. I quickly yelled “one photo!?” in the little Persian I had learnt. She turned around, straightened her hijab and nodded her head.