Happy New Year (or Spring is here)

Spring arrived at 4am this morning (Grandma apparently was awake to welcome it) and with it came the Persian New Year.  When I walked the 200 meters to lunch at Pho Japolo, I got the feeling that Persians know something that most of the rest of us do not. Even though according to the hourly forecast I should have been walking through rain, it really felt like a different year and walking in shorts and a T-shirt I greedily soaked up the warm sunshine.