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Walking in the market of Rasht and the voice of sellers reading poetry that never stops, on the one hand, the humidity of the northern air and the autumn rain and all the people getting wet even though they have umbrellas on the other hand, the aroma of local vegetables and the smell of fresh garlic, and the sight of Verje Eating white fish, carp and bighead on one side, the desire to buy and eat salted fish, smoked fish, spelt fish and fresh beans next to delicious northern dishes, on the other hand, passing by the shops selling dry noodles that sell authentic Gilani dry noodles. They make it to a shop that bakes foman cookies and its aroma permeates one's whole body for a hundred meters, and seeing kind and smiling old men and women who bring and sell local eggs and vegetables from their yard is a good feeling. It reminds one of life. You have to walk once from this end of Rasht Bazaar and walk slowly until you reach that end of Rasht Bazaar. Look at the face of each seller, smell the freshness and freshness of all their products, if you can, talk to a few of the sellers and then you will understand what life means? The movie I took a few days ago in Rasht bazaar in a rainy and beautiful weather is a movie for me and my friends, that whenever we were not feeling well, whenever there was a lot of sadness, you saved us and whenever we were low, to the mood of Rasht bazaar. Let's look and remember that the world still has its beauty. Join me in this walk in the Grand Bazaar of Rasht.