Love Story
She was even swapping tea for those irresistible sweets with raisins, nuts and honey that her students nibbled on all the time.
Mrs. Nadar, director of the school, was another pleasant surprise in that strange country, where women were barely beginning to become aware of their rights. They used to have long chats after school and she always gave Fleur strength when a problem arose. Educated in France, the daughter and widow of a diplomat, Ms. Nadar was, as she said, laughing, “a stranger to women of her own class, irremediably contaminated by Western habits”. Opening that school in Tehran had been an act of rebellion, made possible only thanks to a small inheritance left by her husband.