But Rumi isn't just any poet, I explain. Ramazan says we are entering Konya. I am immediately reminded of Shiraz. The surrounding mountains. The dry weather.
Most women here are with hejabs.
We park at a concrete structure across the Rumi mausoleum. We walk by tourist shops and enter the grounds. It is not as crowded as I thought. And there aren't many foreign tourists. Ramazan says he wants to wash to prepare for prayers.