Spice Market

Saturday began with an extended stop at the Spice Market, at Eminonu.

Shoe-shine district

Sadly, Istanbul does not re-cycle; to compile this load,

someone had to go through a lot of trash, for plastics,

glass, aluminum, carboard, etc.

Ablution, outside the New Mosque

Pigeon district

In the Spice Market; not nearly as large as

the Grand Bazaar, nor as varied; but no less

interesting; especially if you like food...

Spices; I think we saw more at Tangier, but it was still

impressive

Outside it's no less interesting

This is the Kurukahveci Mehmet Efendi coffee place; the

wonderful coffee aroma hit me half a block away; and then

I saw a line of people waiting to buy their sacks of

Turkish coffee

Inside, there was a production line of young
men filling, weighing, sacking, folding,
stapling, sorting, piling, selling, delivering the
marvelous coffee; I bought some to try, then
went back a couple days later for more

This patisserie, however, was our undoing

Especially these puppies, honey-soaked doughnut holes;
but also the baklava, etc. 



Somehow, we managed to soldier on, through the

olive/pickle/grape leaf shops, and on to our next destination