It has been a dreary rainy week which effectively eliminated any thought of doing anything outdoors. We took the opportunity to do some long overdue D-I-Y projects in the home.
For a start, we finally got our hatchli's wall-mounted. These are door rugs originally used to cover the entrances of turkoman tents.
I am sooo impressed with the man's talent as a handyman!
We have two more blank walls to cover. Any guess what will go up on those?
Every carpet lover has her favourite carpet merchant. He is the one who has
The Grand Dame of Bazaars - the Kapali Carsi - still stands majestic today.
No visitor can resist the dizzying array of goods sold here - modern and traditional, arty and tacky, mass-produced and unique. It is like walking into Aladdin's cave of treasures.
Every tourist comes away believing he just clinched the best deal of his life because he bargained really hard and long.
Reality check: the tourist is testing his bargaining skill; the vendor haggles for a living.
Forget Aladdin's cave; the unsuspecting tourist is in a nest of vipers.
...Gypsy Dance by All about EveLeave me where I can do no wrong
It is night-time and their fires burn
Alt that matters here is song and dance
It is my time and their hearts, they burn
In a circle, in a ring
Gypsy dance, gypsy sing
Gypsy dance to the tambourine
In fields of green
Promises of fate and destiny
Old woman... I don't want to know
Anything tomorrow brings will be
When this hour is yesterday's ghost
Kumkapi was recommended as the place where locals go for good food, drinks and music. The entire street is filled with restaurants; tables are on the streets next to each other.
Men are haunted by the vastness of eternity. And so we ask ourselves: will our actions echo across the centuries? Will strangers hear our names long after we are gone, and wonder who we were, how bravely we fought, how fiercely we loved?
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