Photos galore, baby

This here is the entry way to the spice market. I still feel a bit shy taking out my camera, so I promise to put more photos up later.



Here is Muzafer, the pastry shop owner. He's always excited to see me. Last night he gave me figs!



Light sculpture near Meydan Park.



This is the market at the bottom of my hill where I buy all my produce. These guys are teaching me all the Turkish words for food. For instance, the Turkish word for pear is armut.



These are incir (in-jihr). Dried figs just don't compare.