After the Spice Bazaar we made our way to the Grand Bazaar. It would be easy to spend days inside and not see everything. Luckily for us it was all undercover and so for most of the day we were sheltered from the wind and snow.
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From what we gathered, the Grand Bazaar is now mostly for tourists rather than local shopping. Things were grouped into sections, for example gold, carpets, books, leather, and clothing. Souvenirs were scattered everywhere throughout.
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From everything we read, and from what everyone told us, bargaining is a must in the bazaars. We countered the offered price by half, and worked our way from there, scoring what were to us some great deals, although I'm sure we were still ripped off.
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3-foot tall hookah for sale
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The evil eye is everywhere. A bit of a misnomer, it wards off evil, and therefore is a good luck charm.
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Turkish coffee pots
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Lamps!
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Tasting our first Turkish coffee
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It was also our last. It was a bit too murky and too full of grounds for our liking :(
From what we gathered, the Grand Bazaar is now mostly for tourists rather than local shopping. Things were grouped into sections, for example gold, carpets, books, leather, and clothing. Souvenirs were scattered everywhere throughout.
From everything we read, and from what everyone told us, bargaining is a must in the bazaars. We countered the offered price by half, and worked our way from there, scoring what were to us some great deals, although I'm sure we were still ripped off.
3-foot tall hookah for sale
The evil eye is everywhere. A bit of a misnomer, it wards off evil, and therefore is a good luck charm.
Turkish coffee pots
Lamps!
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Tasting our first Turkish coffee
It was also our last. It was a bit too murky and too full of grounds for our liking :(
After the bazaar, we hit the Çemberlitaş Hamamı, one of the oldest baths in Istanbul, dating back to 1584.
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