With nothing but a tiny map to go by we arrived at what we thought was the spice market. The square on which the market was meant to be was dead apart from the flapping of birds and the odd passerby. I was ready to blame our sense of direction which was slowly acclimatising to the new sites and sounds of the city until I realised that we were in fact at our destination. Once through the doors it becomes clear why on the outside everything seemed so quiet….the whole of Istanbul appeared to have congregated in this one market…the lure of bargains, exotic ingredients and dazzling satin slippers was enough to keep busy shoppers from slipping back out into the spooky silence of the square.
Hundreds of spices piled into rows of tiny pyramids stacked high on sellers’ stalls grateful for the steady stream of shoppers providing protection against the threat of gusty winds which would be sure to disturb their perfect uniformity.
Rolls of beautifully-coloured fabrics lie like sardines in a can, their orange, pink and blue hues neatly kept in check by bows of string and paper tags.
Sales patter usually comes in the form of compliments and flattery but needless to say whilst I emerged from the Spice Market with a bolstered ego I was also somewhat empty-handed (despite the best efforts of the pom-pom tipped slippers to tempt my frugal purse). So even if you have just half an hour spare, taking a meander through the market is a wonderful (and colourful) experience.
After popping out the other side back into the fresh air these little street-food creations caught my eye. A flat bread? A pizza? A wrap? I don’t know…whatever it was it was truly delicious.
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