Bazaar….
One of the bazaars in Istanbul—my first experience in the city was memorable in so many ways! So much to see and smell and taste! At first, I wanted to go in and explore every booth, but I learned pretty quickly that it was impossible. The venders, almost all men, met you before you could make your way down the “mall”. Soon you would find yourself surrounded by these men, all encouraging you to enter their little nook and buy something. One said, “I have everything in my shop…except customers!” I thought he was clever, but then I heard it over and over as I walked along. Soon it was no longer appealing. I did buy some Turkish Delight candy and a small bowl from a quieter, less demanding salesman. I left there with 2 small gifts and the beginning of a headache! Still, it was fascinating and I wouldn’t want to have missed it for anything!
Bazaar….
One of the bazaars in Istanbul—my first experience in the city was memorable in so many ways! So much to see and smell and taste! At first, I wanted to go in and explore every booth, but I learned pretty quickly that it was impossible. The venders, almost all men, met you before you could make your way down the “mall”. Soon you would find yourself surrounded by these men, all encouraging you to enter their little nook and buy something. One said, “I have everything in my shop…except customers!” I thought he was clever, but then I heard it over and over as I walked along. Soon it was no longer appealing. I did buy some Turkish Delight candy and a small bowl from a quieter, less demanding salesman. I left there with 2 small gifts and the beginning of a headache! Still, it was fascinating and I wouldn’t want to have missed it for anything!