I saw the picture of the market and immediately my heart strings pulled. I am reminded of the shouk in Jerusalem. Istanbul is a place I have a connection to, not a deeply rooted cultural one but a journey related one. (One of the things nearest to my heart is travel, so you can understand)
My great aunt was born in Istanbul. As far as I am aware that the story goes my great grand parents, Samuel and Sarah and their daughter, Ida, lived there for about 3 years before being able to get on a boat for America and escape the pogroms and persecution of revolution-era Russia where they came from.
I am adding Istanbul to the list of places I would like to go and learn about. A chapter in my self directed study of the East...
* Pictures are from here
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