Towns don’t get much more atmospheric than Yazd’s old city, whose skyline is so immediately exotic, with its badgirs (windcatchers) sitting atop the adobe buildings. Forget about keeping your bearings around these parts. The joy of the old city comes from giving into the confusion of negotiating its tangle of alleys and lanes. Within a few minutes you’ll be lost; within 20 you’ll be passing an ornate doorway you swear you had wandered past before; within an hour you’ll be laughing as you again unexpectedly emerge onto Imam Khomeini Street, the quarter’s main drag. Pit-stop for chay, perhaps, or just pick another idyllic little alleyway, surrounded by its sun-baked houses, and once again happily disappear.