Main entrance, Gate #1 (of 18, I think); it is an incredible
maze inside |
But there is occasional and helpful (if you read Turkish)
signage |
This is pretty much what it looks like, mile after mile...
|
On the main drag at least there are occasional interpretive
signs in English
|
We occasionally strayed onto the streets surrounding the Bazaar, which are pretty
much the same, except there are cars and trucks and no roof; here we are in the rivet district |
There are hundreds of rivet stores, here and in ot her parts
of Istanbul; apparently they go through a lot of rivets in Istanbul |
A riveting pair of jeans
|
Now we are in the police supply district, dozens of such stores
|
Here we are in the textile manufacturer supply district, where you can buy, in
bulk, whatever label and washing instructions you want to put on the garments you manufacture |
There are many small, specialized shops in the Bazaar; here
in an antiques area, a shop devoted just to old gramaphones and parts; sales, however, were not brisk |
My sharp business eye tells me that the guys [sic] really raking it in at the Bazaar
are the ones selling and delivering Turkish tea to the merchants themselves |
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