Trading Domes & Caravanserais of the Silk Road

Bukhara’s bazaars still unfold beneath domes built for trade. Toki-Zargaron glitters with jewelry, silver and gold crafted into filigree. Toki-Sarrafon hums with moneychangers, echo of city’s role as financial hub. Toki-Telpak Furushon brims with hats, carpets, textiles in bright hues. Walking through, you feel continuity. Merchants call out, bargaining is lively, air filled with spice, fabric, and humanity. Stalls overflow with suzanis embroidered in jewel tones, ceramics glazed in turquoise, knives gleaming with steel. Caravanserais nearby recall caravans that once rested — courtyards where camels knelt, travelers shared stories, deals were struck. Some now host artisans, tea houses, or galleries, reviving function with new life. The domes are not only commerce but architecture — vaults that amplify sound, tiles that glow, alleys that curve like river of trade. To wander here is to step into Silk Road alive in present.