Each morning started the same. A breakfast of sangak, watermelon, cucumber and a hard boiled egg in the sparsely populated hotel dining room while being serenaded by Leonard Cohen. Well, not Leonard himself, but a playlist of Leonard’s music being piped through the speakers suspended in the corners of the dining room ceiling. Not to diminish the notoriety of our Canadian legend and the international span of his influence— I was surprised to hear the distinct voice of Leonard Cohen during breakfast in Isfahan, Iran!