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Cabriolets and convertibles of all the European makes cruised up its ascending alleys, toward temples to self-indulgence where no Peykans dared to venture, and its strollers slowly filtered out of its sidewalks, while those remaining yawned at another day’s end. Various members of the neighborhood’s underclasses were inching homeward in a second wave of rush-hour traffic: window cleaners, caretakers, and retail workers who went back to their backwashes after coming for their daily taste. Darabad lay within an expansive draw which cut the farthest into the mountains looming above Niavaran’s environs, giving Gházil a similarly grand view northward to its secluded nature trail. He watched as the district’s old aristocrats, who having had no need to sleep for the day ahead, began to descend from its far reaches to beat closing-time, some perhaps forking right toward the park’s juice bar for a raspberry sorbet, others gawking at the parakeets in its pet shop on the way down to the parking lot or their dwellings.
