I can't seem to drag my ass out of my room til midday,
it's so comfy there, so I end up going to these sites in the hottest and
most crowded part of the day. That's just the way it is right now.
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Istanbul, Grand Bazaar |
So. The Grand Bazaar. The locals sneer at it. "
Oh, don't buy anything there. It's all Chinese or Indian now and too expensive." I pull out my camera to indicate all I'm interested in is taking photos of same. "
All right, then, but don't buy anything there!"
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Istanbul, Grand Bazaar |
I
kind of enjoyed it, although the immensity of the place is a bit
overwhelming. It'd be easy to get lost inside. If I were a shopper, I
would be drunk on the possibilities. Scarves, lights, gold, clothing,
teas, carpets, all sorts of things.
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Istanbul, Grand Bazaar |
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Istanbul, Grand Bazaar |
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Istanbul, Grand Bazaar |
When I had my fill of the stimulation overload, I emerged through one of the exits and let my eyes rest on some quieter sights:
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Istanbul |
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Istanbul |
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Istanbul |
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