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 ..)
This week I made a trip to Arab Street. I'm aiming for colours, bright and vivid.
The shop owner of the rattan shop is 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 pleasant fellow!
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