We reach our destination, the Chor Bazaar. Literally, the name means “thieves market,” but the merchants insist that it’s a perversion of the Urdu word “shor” which means “noisy.”
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March 11, 2009
The air is redolent of musty walls, mixed with spices from Istanbul’s Egyptian bazaar. Here, we find huge sacks filled with turmeric, sumac, and a myriad of ground black, white, green, and red pepper. My favorite comes from the Turkish town of Urfa. Burgundy in color, this pepper has a sweet spiciness and an oily texture that dissolves on the tongue.
Next to the spice dealers, there are sweet shops: Turkish delight, baklava, and traditional ice cream, stretched and rolled like fudge but thicker.
Men walk around with Turkish sesame-covered bagels called simit stacked on their heads. These are thinner, bigger and more pretzel like (although not in shape) than the kind we’re familiar with.
I quaff a fresh pomegranate juice. Push cart dealers entice passersby with ears of corn and large dill pickles.
How do you like to spice up your life?
still thinking about today...
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ALL OF THE ABOVE
I'm getting "spiced up" by the visual. The photo is wonderful and I am having a hard time imagining all of those wonderful spices in one place. So, I guess my way to spice up my life is visual interest. I love open markets, different things, etc. I love taking out my camera and looking for patterns, colors, shapes, different angles, etc. so that I can take back photos that somehow convey the true air of a place.
Sensitive nasal cavities be damned — I'd love to dive right in to those spices.
Actually, send me to the sweet shops. I'm sure I can find elastic waist pants somewhere in the same market!!