Day 11 (Continued)

Within about two seconds of entering the bazaar, we were seized upon by Mustafa who of course wanted to take us to "his uncle's carpet shop." But when Mark said he was really looking for some jewelry (as I slapped the back of his head for opening his mouth), lo and behold, Mustafa's family also owned a jewelry store! I was shocked, shocked.[g> But Mustafa was particularly charming, so I didn't protest all that much as we followed him first to the jewelry shop and eventually to the carpet shop. And then I did what I promised myself I simply would not ever, ever, ever do again on any trip . . . I bought a carpet. A pretty stunning 9x11 wool number from Anatolia which now sits somewhat awkwardly on my bedroom floor. (Hey, I didn't come prepared with dimensions or anything!) And to make matters worse, Mark also bought a carpet, his second of the trip.

Tired and worn from our day at the ruins and the bazaar, and full of way too much apple tea, Mark and I had dinner at a mediocre restaurant on the Harbor and called it a day

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shoshtrvls on June 12, 1996 from Izmir, Turkey

from the travel blog: Turkey and Greece (1996)

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