Last night I dreamt I was in beautiful and mystical Istanbul. There was such a familarity about the place that surprised me since I've never set foot on Turkish soil in my life. Yet it was all so vivid, I could actually smell the aroma of spices of the Grand Bazzar! (It might well be that my neighbour was grilling lamb kebabs in the middle of the night ..)
Since the dream won't be fulfilled any time soon, I'll have to be satisfied with a visit to our local Arab Street for now. I'm aiming for colours, lots and lots of colours.
The shop owner of the rattan shop was really something. He demanded to know how many photos I intended to take of his shop front. When I glared at him, he said, "You are only allowed three photos!" What a polite fellow!